我的最爱，
我的家门敞开着——不要梦幻般走过。
In the deep shadows of the ray July，
With secret steps，
Thou walkest， silent
As night， edg all watchers.
To-day thehas closed its eyes，
Heedless of the sistent calls of the loud east d，
And a thick veil has been drawhe eve-wakeful be sky.
The woodnds have hhed their songs，
And doors are all shut at every hoe.
Thou art the solitary wayfarerthis deserted street.
Oh y only friend，
My Best beloved，
The gates are openy hoe—do not pass by like a drea.