God's World

Thin as hair are the shadows of sunset When they follow drawn-out every tree. On the road through the forest the post-girl Hands a parcel and letters to me. By the trail of the cats and the foxes, By the foxes' and by the cats' trail, I return with a bundle of letters To the house where my joy will prevail. Countries, continents, isthmuses, frontiers, Lakes and mountains, discussions and news, Children, grown-ups, old folk, adolescents, Appreciations, reports and reviews. 0 respected and masculine letters! All of you, none excepted, have brought A display of intelligent logic Underneath a dry statement of thought. Precious, treasured epistles of women! Why, I also fell down from a cloud. And eternally now and for ever To be yours I have solemnly vowed. Well and you, stamp-collectors, if even Only one fleeting moment you had Among us, what a marvellous present You would find in my sorrowful stead!