In heart disease, the thought of you:
You pass near me in dreams,
But I conquered fate and destiny,
Not daring to express their fervent prayers.
ABOUT, surely the morning of life vernal
Ever rise in my soul?
Can I think about the joy of unearthly
Thy tender mercies and thy goodness?
there Is no Hope: around and a tempestuous wind,
And night, and the wave crests, and the smoke clouds of heaven
disperse all, Your image and azure
eclipse, as everyone, like a bright ray of sunshine…
But, if a cloud with lightning and thunder
will be held, covering you from my sight,
All I will suffer and think about a friend,
Your desired manner noon.
11 December 1898
St. Petersburg
