Little horse.
You come from some other forests, do you, little horse?
Think how long I have known these deep dead leaves
without meeting you.
I belong to no one.
I would have wished for you if I had known how.
What a long time the place was empty even in my sleep.
And loving it as I did, I could not have told what was missing.
What can I show you.
I will not ask you if you will stay or if you will come again.
I will not try to hold you.
I hope you will come with me to where
I stand often sleeping and waking by the patient water
that has no father no mother.