第三十五首ButaMereDream（故事）

LastnightIdreamtIwenttoyourhouse，

Thejasmineswerejustbloomingintheporch.

Iroamedaroundlikeawelcomedguest，

Throughthesumptuouslyfurnishedparlor，

andintotheetherealdivingroomwiththewonderofaneye.

EverythingIrememberedandleftinoblivionweresurelythere.

OnlysilencewaspresentuntilIplayedPathétiqueonthreepianos，

SomethingIthoughtcouldnothavebeendonepoorerthanthen.

“Thisonedoesn’twork”，agirltalkedthroughtheroom，

Whowasasstartledasmeatthisunexpectedguest，

Butwhodeservedmorethanjustaguest.

HeralmondshapedeyeswereprettyyetnottheonesI’vebeheld，

Scarcetracesofwearyleftherhairtousled.

Herinsouciantvoicebeganansweringmyquestions，

Thoughinteresting，itwasanotherstoryIwishedInevertookpartof.