Next to poplars without a husband I have often pas

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Next to poplars without a husband I have often passed;
All the neighbors knew me -
You didn't know me.
At your shining window You look so often; An all-understanding world
You didn't understand me. How many times I waited
A whisper of an answer! A day in my life to have given me,
One day was enough for me. An hour to have been friends,
Let's love each other longingly I listen to the voice of the little mouth One hour, and I die. Giving me your serene wink A ray from within In the way of the times to come A star would have lit up;.
You would have lived forever and ever And rows of lives, With your cold arms
The great marble,. A forever adored face How they don't have pairs anymore Those fairies that cross From ancient times.
For I loved you with pagan eyes And full of sufferers, What they left me from the old people The parents of the parents.
I'm not even sorry today That I pass much less often,
That with sadness your head He returns in vain. Because today you look like everyone else At the umblet and at the port,
And I look at you carelessly With a cold dead eye.
You should have got over yourself Of that holy charm And at night the candle lights up Love on earth. 1883, August 28 / September 9