The dark garden I wander in anguish,
Watching the evening dawn,
And the thought of the clear spark my,
That the path illumined me sometimes.
Now he extinguished forever, and in the darkness
misty, mysterious disappeared,
Leaving only the memory of a strict brow,
Where passion delight hiding.
is he, I remember, shining in the frosty night,
Amid the din of the city of light…
I did not know, unhappy, so hot
embrace, - and she did not answer…
She, Inflamed passions fire,
I wanted to melt the heart
And stung me in the night, I shone the day,
Loving desire to boil!
But· I thought a cold mind is full,
AND, only minutes, hot
I believed, I longed for, - so passionately loved,
And the passion flared so brightly!..
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The dark garden I wander in anguish,
Watching the evening dawn,
And the thought of the clear spark my,
That the path illumined me sometimes…
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June 1898
Shakhmatovo
