I’m in the days’ embracing limits, <br />Where even skies are ever gray, <br />Look through the ages, live in minutes, <br />And wait for Holy Saturday; <br /> <br />The end of soul’s aimless travels, <br />Of lucks and troubles peaceful end. <br />O, come, my day when I’ll be able <br />To Know, See and Understand. <br /> <br />My soul will be so new and broad, <br />All, that’s alluring, will be mine. <br />And I will bless the golden road, <br />From blind worm and to golden sun. <br /> <br />And he, who went with me wherever, <br />Trough thunders and the silent peace, <br />He, who was kind to me in fever, <br />And cruel when I stayed in bliss; <br /> <br />Who taught me to a wisdom whole, <br />To fight, reserve, or overcome, <br />Will turn to me, and leave his pole, <br />And simply tell me, “We have come.”<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eternal/
