WITH. M. Solovyov

Through the thin vapor doubt
I look bluish in sleep.
In your words - decrees
And the commandment holy times.
When darkened, sonorous
Thinking trehvenechnyh dreams,
Sovyutsya thin yarn
Unfading autumn words.
Your words - a favorite click,
Calm the call for the autumn days,
I love them - and I'm used to
Listen to and believe the depths.
But he - Thoughtful, what was the,
I sing and restrain it.
My swan here, my friend sailed
My reverie cherish.

19 September 1903
St. Petersburg

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