There, where the sky is the ocean
Merged into a vague line,
There, For further fogs,
I am the soul of my dreams…
but I know, - to the threshold unclear
One of my dream aspire,
From the heavenly firmament clean, clear
One of my soul solyus…
Brother, if you, creator of the universe,
Above us a miracle performed
And the power of imperishable genius -
mortal endowed wings!..
1898-1899
