E. du Perron
aan
A.A.M. Stols

Amsterdam,695 14 september 1929

Amsterdam, Zaterdagavond 1929.

Beste Sander,

Hierbij het gedicht. Er is geen andere bronopgave dan die van het Oostenr: tijdschrift zelf: Der Amethyst, herausgegeben von Franz Blei, Wien MDCDVI. Er bestaat maar één jrg. van.

Leonainie

 

Leonainie angels named her, and they took the light

 

Of the laughing stars and framed her in a smile of white.

 

And they made her hair of gloomy midnight and her eyes of bloomy

 

Moonshine, and they brought her to me in a solemn night.

 

 

In a solemn night of summer, when my heart of gloom

 

Blossomed up to greet the comer like a rose in bloom.

 

All foreboding that distressed me I forgot as joy caressed me,

 

Lying joy that caught and pressed me in the arms of doom.

 

 

Only (?) the little lisper in the angel tongue,

 

 

Yet I listening heard the whisper: ‘Songs are only sung

 

Here below that they may grieve you, tales are told you to deceive you

 

So must Leonainie leave you while her love is young’.

 

 

Then God smiled-and it was morning, matchless and supreme,

 

Heavens glory seemed adorning earth with its esteem;

 

Every heart but mine seemed gifted with of prayer, and was lifted,

 

When my Leonainie drifted from me like a dream.

Dit is een reuze-rot-pen. Ik blijf nog een dag of 3 hier, kom vmdl. eerst Donderdag of zoo terug. Hart. gr. aan Mlle W., Chev., en Jan. Tot ziens, steeds

Je E.