The faithless shadows of day are running <br />And high and clear is the call of bells, <br />Steps of the church are blazed as with the lightning, <br />Their stones are alive and wait for your light steps. <br /> <br />You'll here pass and touch the chilly stone, <br />That's dressed in awful sanity of span, <br />And let the flower of spring be thrown <br />Here, in this dark, before the eyes of saint. <br /> <br />The rose shadows in misty darkness grow, <br />And high and clear is the call of bells, <br />The darkness lays on steps, such old and low -- <br />I'm set in light -- I wait for dear steps.<br /><br />Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-faithless-shadows/
