1893 <br /> <br />I composed these rhythmical sounds <br />To make lesser the thrust of my soul, <br />And to draw the heart's endless wounds, <br />In the sea where the silver strings roll, <br /> <br />To make sound, like nightingales' ode, <br />My poor dream's ever beautiful voice, <br />And to force the song's smile from lips closed <br />And blazed on by long sadness and loss.<br /><br />Fyodor Sologub<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-composed-these-rhythmical-sounds/
