Uncertainty Away from thee I never weep nor sigh,  And lose I not my mind when thou art nigh.  But if for a while I have no word with thee,  There’s something missing, someone I must see.  I wonder, yearning thus for days on end:  Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?    When thou hast gone, I cannot in my mind  Recall thy face though gentle so and kind.  However, oft I feel, yet wish it not,  That it is somewhere really near my thought.  And all these doubts of mine may never end:  Art thou my love or maybe just a friend? [...]

Ur. 24 grudnia 1798 r. w Zaosiu ko