Not my head crowned with laurel mourning
During these years, peers and sorrows.
Idle rumor was filled with thunderous timpani,
Heart - music unruly passions.
Bright angel lies never knew I poisons,
I do not wander among the thickets of the divine.
my dream lasted a century, All vision gathered
In its broad, the midnight cloak.
And when you deceptive flickering light,
Know - it sovet again into darkness.
Bezzakatnogo day, credulous, not.
I do not take off the cloak of night.
19 January 1909
