Chapter 1
O’er slumber, a-cross(’) the night in the rain –
And solely through(!) the instants ’neath the lanterns,..
Parched but by the stars alone,
And e’en now yet replete with fumes,
Mist-enshrouded,
In the reflection of silver((that) fra-a-agrant silence...)
Doth return through the memories,..
(And thus so warm: the fierce, the dense, the full, of life (ah!) touches...
Yet another potent fable...
There of a little prince,.. and what manner of arias...)
And through this,
Now unto sweetness scorched eve,
Towards my footsteps...
Speak, little maiden!
