Past days unfading radiance
Soul, like before, all illuminated.
But early autumn, pensive sad,
Covered with me longing breath.
close separation. The night is dark.
And all the sounds in the distance, how they mladыe days:
My sins in thy holy prayers,
Ophelia, o nymph, pomian coat of arms.
And full of soul anxiously and in vain
Memories of distant and beautiful.
28 May 1900
