I apprehend you. Even after all the passing years.
I apprehend you in the same form.

All the horizon is on fire--and painfully clear,
I wait in silence--longing and loving.

All the horizon is on fire, the appearance is near,
But I am afraid--you will change your form.

An irreverent suspicion arises;
You will abandon your familiar form.

Oh, I shall fall, sorrowfully and low,
with no escape from the deadly dreams!

How clear is all the horizon! The radiance approaches,
But I am afraid--you will change your form.

4 June 1901