Rose from the darkness of cellars.
Leaving their head shoulders.
noise grew quiet steps,
Words of unfamiliar dialects.
Soon came the crowd of other,
Dragged picks and shovels.
They spread to the cobbles,
Of land erected Chamber.
rose street, gray full,
Yarn woven with cobwebs.
rustling, was coming wave,
Making it difficult for crews duct.
Soon day deeply retreated,
In the sky, the distant dotting Dawns.
A stream invisible rustle,
Strait in our city, how in sea.
We did not seek and wonder:
Let us replace the new people!
In the same agony gave birth to their mother,
Just gently nursed at the breast…
The shroud of the exhaust of the day
We had this fate is clear…
We were the last sunset of the fire
Combined and weaved his spots.
Not kept frenzied dragon,
Not burned by us Gehenna.
Flooded us wave era,
And there was our fate - instantly.
10 September 1904
