She led her flocks beyond the hills,
Her voice backs to me in the wind,
And a thirst for her sorrow fills
All that in me is undefined.
But what is real in all this is
Only my soul, the eve, the quay
And, shadow of my dream of this.
An ache for a new ache in me!
The lilies lie between hearts and hands.
Life is too little for the moon.
Yet let the left trees slightly stir
And hope wakes for she will come soon.
To all my friends, please have a nice day !
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