In the peace of night, full of so much enduring and of books I've read, Reading them while dreaming, feeling and musing, scarcely seeing them.

I raise my head that's suddenly dazed
By my useless reading and writing,
And I see there's peace in the night now ending,
But not in my heart.

As a child I was different...
To become what I am,
I grew up and forgot.
What I have today is a silence, a law.
Have I won or lost ?