So. Everything is invariable, as it was.
I'm an old gentle delirium.
You stopped me
Times series alive.
And I came, ivy crowned,
As a young man, - to the sources of rivers.
And over the water, for misty haze, –
I smiled at the same Breg.
And the same is clearly sounds
My name is reed.
And the same matte hands
Providit bode soul.
As if time has forgotten
And nothing is carried away,
And kept unchanged
Melodious youth channel.
And just last forever, and I am for peace,
As has long been, per hour of sleep.
And a heavy gold shrines
My soul is whitened.
10 October 1905
