Verse (at the sight of Newstead Abbey)

Newstead the ruin of remembrances! wrapped in ivies Humming mourning of trees and hum of deaf waves, What a pressure of impressions you bursts my chest today ! Your towers as a familiar my pupil greets!... But today here are other people – former – only trees Kept a memory of magnificence of your times, Old towers in fogs stands – its chests blackened And gale somewhere from the sea their remembrance sings … The voice of the storm calls wildly, rushes mists of snows, And a chord of great voices hums over my head I thought, that then eagle Manfred’s harp Tore with talons flying in immortality rushed!... Today – how there terribly!... the skeleton of ruins among bindweeds, And only grave of faithful dog stands here, Bats over the church gate are nesting Which wrinkles, [in] the crown of ivies wrapped As a bride of the centuries!... and everything changed Human hands – here only former stars shine! And only this waterfall One name echoes And one old man – as last leaf after storm …