There’s the
silly elation,
The garden
the windows look on!
Soundless
sunset reflection
Swims in the
pool, like a swan.
Greetings,
golden serenity,
Shadows of
trees, black as tar!
Crows on the
roof, in sincerity,
Hold vespers
in praise of the star.
Timidly,
over the garden
Where the guelder-rose
springs,
A girl in a
snow-white garment
A beautiful
melody sings.
Like a blue
gown, the evening
Cold from
the meadow sweeps...
Happiness,
sweet silly feeling!
Virginal
blush of the cheeks!
1918
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