I am
the nomad -- "the roving air",
with the fragrant bundle on back.

"spring ! thy name is nothing but beloved! "
the soothing "flower hive",
YOU are.

I am
the helpless dream,
that cannot go back
to the passed night--

the secret
that hides the path and
the mystic sleep
YOU are .

when will you understand or
make me understand ???
the goose-pimples on this dreamy rover..
the somniloquy of the drunken air..

o lord ! o beloved !
to inquire into this mosaic of zodiac,
do we exchange our roles once --?