Here it is - in the wake of the flown…


Here it is - in the wake of the flown
Raspylalas last place,
The reeds ran at the bottom
Waning as red news.

But in vain alluring outfit;
Admire the light armor:
At the stern are still
Facing breast to a close.

You do not see the calm strongholds,
We are not afraid of your weather.
Torch burns let down
In the halcyon, blue water.

24 December 1902

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