Władysław Tarnowski

“ Horizon in mourning black – !... the Angel of darkness flies in silence over surface of calm waters and drowsing forests – !... Oh black night! oh terrible night, my spirit loves you – !.... Nor ornamented by star!.. Nor one ray!.. some restless lightning, running from distant storm – lightning sways and disappears in dead abyss . . .
But sky lightens!. . already swallow twitter touched voice of beak – – and lark wonders in his prophetic psalm. . . . Dawn with silvery wings comes and throws garland of diamonds from his burning forehead on the earth, which being chatting. ”