When zamrut despair and anger,
descends dream. And we both sleep well
At opposite poles of the earth.
You about me, may be, dreamland in these
Clock. Go watch gait centuries,
And dreams in the earth gave rise.
And in my dreams I see your image, your beautiful,
As it was before the night angry and passionate,
How was I. Look:
All the same you, which blossomed once,
There, over the mountain and foggy gear,
In the light of unfading dawn.
1 August 1908
