We moved away and stood at the helm,
Where by walking srebristye jet.
And they watched the bloated sail,
And in the evening of the day, and line your.
Lost in the Shadows, You control the wind,
fearless, water rapids.
You, how fireworks, vaguely burning out
In his heart - and singing about me.
And every sound - short and long drawn -
I measured, blessed, at the helm.
And he looked, thoughtful and important,
As the distance of the nebula earth…
13 April 1902