Ophelia in colors, in a headdress
From May roses and nymphs river
In kudryah, with madness in his eyes,
I listened to the sounds of his thoughts.
I have seen: willow young
pined, sloping to the lake,
A girl, weaving wreaths,
All sang, crying and laughing.
I have seen the prince over the flow,
His eyes were sad.
In deep trance
He observed river steel.
And by quietly floated
Under the branches of weeping willows
Her maiden veil
The interweaving of the May roses and nymphs.
30 November 1898
St. Petersburg
