Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. (№ 354307)

Only black velvet where
Forgotten shining diamond,
I will be able to compare with the eye
Its almost singing eyes.
Her porcelain body
Tormented by the uncertain whiteness,
As petal lilac white
Under a dying moon.
Let hands gently-wax
But the blood in them is still hot
As before the image of Mary
Inextinguishable candle.
And all of it light as a bird
Autumn clear sometimes
Ready to say goodbye
With a sad Northern country.