I love you all my life and every day.

I feel you as the huge dark shade,

As hovel’s smoke in the polar land.

I love you all my life and every hour.

But that’s of no need—your lips, eye’s power.

All’s just begun and ended—yourself out.

I just remember: soniferous bow,

The collar large and fair clear snow,

The stars, that stuck the horns all over …

And from the horns half-heaven—shade,

And hovel’s smoke in the polar land.

You’re—polar deer!—I’ve catched the shape.