You will remember me forevermore
and all my world of magic and of light,
a flaming world, with music held in store,
amid the rest — the only that is right.
You could have made it yours, did you but speak
It was too small for you, or else too wide.
Perhaps the poems which I wrote were weak
that all my prayers for you have been denied.
But later — later you w ill drop your head,
«I do not dare remember», you will say,
«Another world has conquered me instead,
has won me by its crude and simple way.»
