To the warm light, threshold at the paternal,
Pulls me your thoughtful sigh.
Waiting on the porch there grandmother and grandfather
Frisky grandson sunflower years.
Slender and Bell, like birch, their grandson,
With the honey hair and velvet hands.
Only, of each, for blue eyes -
His life in the world he dreamed.
Sends them to the radiant joy in the mist
Light Maiden in the icon corner.
With a quiet smile on his thin lips
Holds their grandson on her hands.
1917
