Deaf strangeness of being
Already long will dream.
It's time to desert edge,
The starless dusk dive.
Exhaust wet dreams,
Hack stifling vaults,
Vspolzti on Tower Beauty
Under the hurricane weather.
So I cast out, istomlen,
fool, crushed by love,
How yasnovidyashtiy Sampson,
Torn and stained with blood.
28 July 1902
