Our hall

I whispered quietly the evening hall
In an accusing tone, like a nanny lovingly:

• "Why are you wandering around the house, like
  Just arrived in the morning from the station?

Disorderly piles of things are scattered,
Look how dusty notes are disheveled!
Although as before with obedience you look out of the window you,
But your steps are steadily sharper.

In this dormant house you are like a stranger,
Like a sad guest, without the power to joys.
You do not meet an excited laugh,
About no one is sad, seeing off.

Many women have seen me for a long time,
"In this house, their torments, alas, are not accidental! -
To me in the October evening heavy secrets
Not alone believed, longing.

Oh, do not be afraid of me, do not resist stubbornly:
As every century does not listen to everyone!
Tell me how everything told me one day
I'm your lonely mother.

I watch you with an attentive look,
Relieve your soul with a short story!
Why is not he with you, the dear one with whom
Have you ever dreamed about here? "

• "To courageous souls, who create only passions,
  He dashed away, in mine without waiting for the tide.
  I was timid on a decisive evening,
  These torments are my redemption.

With this late reproach, I bound my soul,
As a traitor, throwing it on the straw,
And now I'm wandering about the house,
It's like coming from the station in the morning. "

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.