Oh, I forgot the word,
J'Y PENSE!
Now sung by every chord,
J'Y PENSE!
It takes my happiness and rest,
Oh, maiden say and be ye blessed,
J'Y PENSE!
Not all the poems are as naïve and full of hope as this, but they are all addressed to the same person.
Later, the poems become rarer and make way for philosophical and political reflections. Only on one of the last pages there was written in a very bold hand, as if the soul of the writer had burnt with hope and love while he was writing the lines:
Yes, thou art mine! I have aroused to life
Thy fair but cold and pallid face divine.
I gave thee life, and thus thou art now mine!