we, two elders, wandered lonely,
Crude stretched haze.
Before us - the window far,
Blue expanse bright.
But where in the twilight of the mysterious
looks, It looks light blue?
We shiver only dream,
ABOUT, incoherently! before you.
ABOUT, from whence, where hazy
Zaaleli fight, sorrow,
And the golden thread running,
And twilight rumyanit fireworks?..
we, two elders, in the twilight of the mysterious
Bred, - a light in the windows.
And shaking only a dream,
Sophisticated wisdom troubles.
29 December 1901