I am here again, in his own family,
My Territory, thoughtful and gentle!
Curly gloom over the mountain
Snow-white hand waving.
Gray cloudy day
Sailing past the disheveled,
And the sad part I
care irresistibly.
Above the heads of the church dome
The shadow of the dawn fell below.
About other merrymaking and fun,
Oh, I do not see you again!
In oblivion sunk year,
Followed suit and you went somewhere.
And only still water
Noise of the mill cruise.
And often I am in the evening darkness,
The ringing of a bruised sedges,
Pray steaming earth
About sunk and far.
1916
