The night came out of a huge weeping eye,
Poured down the eyelashes on the fences.
Melancholy as Lazarus rose high,
And ran in the streets in sob and repentance.
Threw arms round necks - everyone shrank away
Crying, 'lunatic one!'
And instantaneous bellows of dismay
Like clanging tambourines pounded the eardrums.
Original: slova.org.ru/mariengof/nochkaksleza/