Unrealizable dream of again.
Fet
Still pale in the sky dawns,
Far zapevaet petuh.
In the fields of ripening in bread
Worm lit and extinguished.
Dark alder branches,
Across the river light flashes.
Through the mist of Arcane and rare
Invisible herd galloped.
I'm sad food fields,
I repeat the sad melody.
Impossible dreams behind
disappear, soul mastered.
I whisper and term consonance -
Unprecedented in my thoughts.
And swaying branches gray,
Like hands and their faces.
17 November 1902
