Gloom
Then I thought:
Upstairs, her child is sleeping;
And I felt the presence
Of the fields we had walked over, the roads we had followed,
The flowers we had watched together,
Before it came.
She had touched my hair, and only then did I feel it;
And I loved her once again.
TERROR
Eyes are tired;
The lamp burns,
And in its circle of light
Papers and books lie
Where chance and life
Have placed them.
Silence sings all around me;
My head is bound with a band;
Outside in the Street a few footsteps;
A clock strikes the hour.
I gaze, and my eyes close
Slowly:
I doze; but the moment before sleep,
A voice calls my name
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