Again, close the shades of evening,
Clear day burns away.
Again the hosts otherworldly visions
They raced - sailing - come.
What are you in the great meeting
Do not open your depth?
Do you hear or another forerunner
Unquestionable and close spring?
A little light in the darkness zavizhu,
I go up and, not looking, fly.
Well you and at dusk, Pretty, nearer
For a fixed key of life.
14 October 1901
