Life flashed without a clear trace.
The soul was torn — who will tell me where?
What purpose have you chosen in advance?
But all the dreams, all the riot of the first days
With their joy — everything is quieter, everything is clearer
The last fit housewarming.

So, completing your dissolute escape,
Spiky snow flies from the naked fields
Driven by an early, violent blizzard,
And, on the forest stopping off the beaten path,
Gathering in silver silence
Deep and cold bed.

Dawn says goodbye to the earth,
  Lies at the bottom of the valley
  I look at the forest covered with mist
  And the lights of its peaks.

  How quietly go out
  The rays go out at the end!
  With what bliss they bathe in them
  Trees lush your crown!

  And all the more mysterious, immeasurable
  Their shadow grows, grows like a dream;
  How thin at dawn
  Their light essay is exalted!

  As if sensing a double life
  And she is doubly covered
  And they feel their land
  And in the sky they ask for it.

The Spring And Night Have Covered Dales…

The spring and night have covered dales,

The soul escapes to sleepless darkness,

And it can hear clear hails

Big Of other life, detached and harmless.

Unearthly life, serene and slow,

Holds conversation with the lost soul

And breathes its cold eternal flow

Directly into soul as ghost dole.

Here comes the dawn!

The shadows fade,The flustered fog melts, sensing rout, -And to embrace the coming dayThe soul in ecstasy flies out

I had a dream: I slept, and I imagined
That I was dead and lost in reverie at that;
And lovingly, that reverie by kind of magic
Had given rise to hope in my depressing heart.

What kind of joy I want, I don’t know, really.
There rings the bell, — and all is clarified;
My soul lit up, I understand now clearly,
That happiness is in those sounds all right.

Those sounds are clearer, more transparent,
More joyful than all sounds of the world.
I feel that to those sounds I am carried
To distant cemetery, my last abode.

I feel delight and torment, down and out,
I want to rise and breathe as I look back,
And on the wave of the exultant sound
I’d whirl away and drown in the dark.