From your memory, I pull out the day,
I am asking your eyes helplessly misty:
Where I saw the Persian lilac,
And swallows, and wooden house?
ABOUT, how often you will remember
Sudden longing unnamed desires
And in the cities to look for thoughtful
here the street, which is not on the plan!
In each form of random letters,
At the sound of the voice behind the door ajar
You'll think: "Here she
I came to help my unbelief ".