A glow fills the sky.
The night is wild and dead.
Woods wall around me, an overwhelming crowd.
But clearly, as if the words have just been said,
A strange and distant talk is breaking out loud.
I recognize the fort, the buildings' heavy rank,
The towers, and wards, and merlons, and loopholes,
Dark gardens guarded by the rusty drawbridge crank,
And proud bailey walls of time-unworn strongholds.
So clearly does a profound
Prepare for revival, with insistence,
The city buzz of ages far
And the returning flow of existence.
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Source: 'Na nebe zarevo...'
