It was

It was something… oh, I don’t know!
I can not describe it yet.
Something like flash or flow,
Obsession, magic and that…
It was sweeping and rather sudden,
It was something like storm and stream
I was as in an hidden garden,
Where I had strange and troubled dream.
It was something like ever dancing,
It was something like ever fight –
And in that there was no one thing:
There was no there real light.
You was near, but there was no meaning,
As I was in the pure dark.
There was no success or winning,
There was only black Fortune’s mark.
…Thanks to Lord, I remember hardly
What was it, as it was a pain,
One has stuck in my mind (and partly):
It was autumn and it was rain…

Time has passed, I have changed for the better
I’ve got out of memory’s hand
But don’t send me your notes or letters
And don’t come to my happy land.

Don’t recall and don’t call me more,
What’s the use of this looking-for?