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  An Invocation
    O if it's true that in the night,

  Confession (to Alina Osipova, 1826)
    I love you - though it makes me beat,

  "I loved you..."
    I loved you, and I probably still do,

  Devils
    Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover;

  The Flower
    A flower - shrivelled, bare of fragrance,

  The Water-Nymph
    In lakeside leafy groves, a friar

  The Drowned Man
    Children running into izba,

  "The wondrous moment of our meeting..."
    The wondrous moment of our meeting...

  "O sing, fair lady, when with me..."
    O sing, fair lady, when with me...

  An Elegy
    The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter

  To Gnedich
    With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights,