Ocean looked in skies,
He loved stars and dreamed
About that even one
By the soul became near him.
He tried affectionate to be,
Quiet, caressing breeze
He gave stars. For other
Arranged a storm and whirlwind.
But stars were quiet in reply,
Only exactly lighted at night.
Ocean, and dawn, suffered
Can not cure him.
But old crank-ocean
It was simply a bit stubborn,
In itself did not wish to glance,
Otherwise knew at once,
That eternity a long ago was reflected
In a that tender and threatening wave,
The refulgency of stars transformed,
There is silver in waves. At back
It was sparkled the diamonds of star,
And Sky, looking in Ocean,
Dreamed that once,
With an asterisk will meet there.