Adam Mickiewicz. (№ 326276)

Barely I'll go in, sit down to it - call!
Knocking at the door a lackey, - surely the visitors?
Yes, it's a guest, and now - the bows, the conversations...
Gone, but hell the other on the doorstep!
The traps would be for them to sort the roads,
Wolf would dig holes, of no use all the gates!..
Can it be true you cannot be saved from their cursed pack?
Oh, if I scoot to the edge of the universe could!