But you must turn the key. It will not creak.
Beloved, I am waiting still ... will you not speak?
IN THE OCULIST'S ANTEROOM
I
Not to be able to see!...
Almost as well not be.
And that man in there in his single hand
Holds all God's light,
But you must turn the key. It will not creak.
Beloved, I am waiting still ... will you not speak?
I
Not to be able to see!...
Almost as well not be.
And that man in there in his single hand
Holds all God's light,