They faded, the last bands of reddish, <br />Like whispers of prayers in night, <br />O tale, such seductive and maddish, <br />What else do you want of this heart? <br /> <br />Are not, beyond measure and count, <br />So hard in the snows my ways? <br />Aren’t gray empty spaces around? <br />Isn’t husky the ring of the bells? <br /> <br />And why, every minute and instant, <br />My heart is divided in two? <br />I know that she is in distance, <br />But feel her right near me, too. <br /> <br />Here they are, the snowy clouds, <br />I can’t take my eyes from all that: <br />Right now, shall merge our routs <br />In snows, so white and so dead. <br /> <br />Right now will be silently bound <br />And newly unbound our sleighs. <br />We’ll hear the bell’s common sound <br />In an instant of sadness and pains… <br /> <br />We’d heard… But we’ll not any more <br />Have meeting in this hazy night… <br />In the circle of anguish and woe <br />I wander on my path of blight… <br /> <br />They faded, the last bands of reddish, <br />Like whispers of prayers in night, <br />O tale, such seductive and maddish, <br />What else do you want of this heart?<br /><br />Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-anguish-of-a-mirage/
