He ran away from the mountain and stopped in a thicket.
Around flash lights…
As the heart beats - fiercely and more!..
I proischut before dawn.
Fire Swamp unknown to them.
My eyes - eyes of an owl.
Let them run after me
Among the tangled grass.
My swamp they will tighten,
Somknetsya turbid ring,
AND, overturned, glance
My white ghost in their faces.
21 July 1902
