In the blue summer evenings,

I will go along the paths,
And walk over the short grass,

as I am pricked by the wheat:
Daydreaming I will feel

the coolness on my feet.
I will let the wind

bathe my bare head.

I shall say - not a thing: I shall think - not a thing:
But an infinite love will swell in my soul,
And far off I shall go, a bohemian, 

Through Nature -as happy, as if I had a girl.  

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