Je lippen drinken de koelte van de blauwe bergbron. Laat, wanneer je voorhoofd zachtjes bloedt. Oeroude legenden. En donkere duiding van de vogelvlucht. Jij echter loopt met tere stappen de nacht in, Die vol purperen druiven hangt, ..... Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the ...
