Innokenty Annensky
Only he whose repose is kept secret...

Only he whose repose is kept secret
        Can breathe sweetly...
The curtain over my window
        Does not wave.

You will come, if you are faithful to dreams;
        But are you really that one?
I know the garden is there, the lilacs are
        There, flooded with sun.

All is well in the blue fire,
        In the fresh rustling;
Only the charms of bright allurement
        Are so strange to me...

The bees carry honey into the hive there,
        Drunk with clusters...
The heart lives only in sleep
        Among the stars...

Translated by R. H. Morrison