The canvas of my life was white,
No colours and no radiant light.
And so I painted my white skies
With hopelessness and wrenching cries.
Since Childhood I have not been,
As others were in those springs.
My grief and joy all are in the same tone,
And every one I loved, I loved \'em alone.
And then, a beautiful solitude as a sun at dawn arose,
Like a gust of winds on my face did blow.
O, beautiful solitude, you fly like a dove over the sea,
And like a ship on the blue film of sunset\'s sea.
And I flew among the rest of the heaven
Painted in blue I flew as high as a raven.