A VOICE

    One day I  of marso Inc, all of a sudden, and only for a second, an emotion  of Cian mysticism. t over me a sense of  personal Being some  of mine ion, for I  nige, for no otisfy ts after to see t people I , cut like old Greek raiment, anding at my bedside. I looked at ticed t  o a kind of co some kind of stiff embroidery   iful, as feiful, but it  t is in desire or in ion. It ain pools at evening, so peaceful t it tle sad. I t for a moment t s be t  ed, alluring, al cless s whem I shall never know.

    1902.