I remember the quiet darkness and cold from the heights…


I remember the quiet darkness and cold from the heights.
There gloomy vaults thoughtfully blackened.
There is a strong thread weaved, like a dream,
Here - sinful thoughts, twining, ardently.

There - ran up the stairs to the dome,
And the image flickered strange light.
It seemed to us unattainable
Surrender flaming vows…

29 June 1902

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