Poet, blushing, copper. over the mountain
I stand - and dwarf serves me:
Bent dwarf in a dress black,
What appeared to me in a dream.
It fulfilled a bit - too much,
And in the coffin of a refiner of copper.
I myself opened its way,
Unable to overcome the heat.
The last procession decorated,
Slopes under a red canopy.
And thunder tower remains
With my dovremennyh peaks.
And willy-dark fortune teller,
Slowly with fun areal,
Švyrnet under seni coffin
Resurrects your booze.
Then - huge pale body -
I red brass sounds.
And before me, men in white
Put pale candle.
4 July 1904
