Don’t send for me. No need to call,
I’ll come inside.
Onto my knees, I’ll quickly fall
Down by your side.
I’ll tamely wait for your commands
And hear them through,
And treasure every single chance
Of meeting you.
Your servant, and your dear, at times.
Your passion’s wave
Has conquered me. And always, I’m -
Your humble slave.
October 14, 1899