Exhausted by the breath of spring,
Inspiration can not keep,
I opened the box - with the height
Above the faded shadow weep…
Poor voice sings the middle of the night,
If the former darling shadow
roused, - and brings tears,
And meets ugasnuvshy day!..
Someone whispers a dark window,
Someone's way out of the darkness arose
And the air was flying wing,
And melodious sobs shaking…
I sensed - again
I am to cry!
Why resurrect snovidenya?
I shut the window…
I cry destined
Over uhassheyu cute shadow!..
10-11 April 1899
St. Petersburg
