Semyon Yakovlevich Nadson. (№ 423749)

It was dusk. Mysteriously flickering,
The two-horned sickle of the moon looked out my window...
Over a peaceful city, trembling and freezing,
The cathedral bell hummed measuredly...
Along a dark street with tenacious gold
Lights were drawn. But the lamp on the table
I hesitated to light up, embraced by silence,
And sweetly dreamed in silence.