Thank you, inconsolable pain!
He died yesterday gray-eyed king.
autumn evening was sultry and red,
My husband, returning, He said calmly:
“know, hunting with him brought,
The body of an old oak tree found.
pity the queen. So young!..
In just one night, she was gray”.
His pipe on the mantel found
And on the night work left.
My daughter, I'll wake,
In her gray eyes have a look.
And outside rustling poplars:
“Out of the earth thy king…”
11 December 1910