On you was black dress closed.
You have never raised an eye.
Only on chest, may be, over Crucifixion,
Sigh sometimes stir gas.
You were the voice of a silver-weary.
Your speech was mysteriously simple.
Someone strong and knowledgeable, may be, Enamored
In his creation, You closed the mouth.
Who was he - I do not know - I'll never know.
But to him, my jealousy, and my fear of Him.
Jealous of the Deity, Who songs term,
But the songs term - I do not know, whom.
15 May 1903. Petersburg
