Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/Weariness
Ah, 'mid the fields
Of pallid green
Crystalline night her sheen.
An ocean white
Quivers in space.
Mists waft round my resting-place.
Of silvery harps that fade and pine.
Life's imaged wreath
Is blurred in dream
Nirvana’s dome with stainless gleam.
Ah, with this haze
Showered pearly tears their chimings merge.
Steeps me adream, now I have gained the verge. . .