It is already evening over the sea,
Since you have a dream tomish,
And at midnight the wind blows
Nelaskovıy cane ...
The lights on the masts of lighting,
Go to sea ships,
And you, night, you, earth,
Again, take a toll on the land.
You are all captivating and deceitful,
All - in the retreating lights,
In the darkness of the evening gulf,
The easy-fog shrouds.
Let me and the coastal fire
You meet the breed,
The wreath passionate and inevitable -
Flower Love weave…
Obetovanie nelozhno:
In front of me - you go again.
The soul can not be in love
Oh sweet death to dream.
24 November 1908
