There, in polusumrake Cathedral,
The lamp-light image.
Live night peep soon
In your sleepless eyes.
In speeches on the wisdom of heaven
Earthly smell jet.
There, in the vaults - twilight unknown,
Here - the cold stone bench.
The deep heat of a chance meeting
He breathed with the height of the church
These dormant candles,
On the way and flowers.
And inspiring silence,
And hidden Thy Thoughts,
And vaguely is felt to Poznan
And the trembling doves and snakes.
14 January 1902
