I kept among youthful accords
Thoughtful and gentle image of the day.
Here I blew a whirlwind, rose volatile ashes,
And there is no sun, and gloom round the me.
But in his cell - May, and I live, immature,
one, in flowers, and wait for the other spring.
Go away - I can smell the seraph,
Alien to me here of the earth your dreams.
go away, wanderers, children, gods!
I still flourishing in the last day.
My dreams - the sacred palaces,
My love - numb shadow.
17 October 1901
