Снег

Опять он падает, чудесно молчаливый,                                                                                                                                                             Легко колеблется и опускается...                                                                                                                                                                              Как сердцу следостен полёт его счастливый!                                                                                                                                      Несуществующий, он вновь рождается...                                                                                                                                                                  Всё тот же, вновь пришёл, неведомо откуда,                                                                                                                                                            В нём холода соблазны, в нём забвение...                                                                                                                                                               Я жду его всегда, как жду от Бога чуда,                                                                                                                                                                       И странное с ним знаю единение.                                                                                                                                                                          Пускай уйдёт опять - но не страшна утрата.                                                                                                                                                              Мне радостен его отход таинственный.                                                                                                                                                             Я вечно буду ждать безмолвного возврата,                                                                                                                                                         Тебя, о ласковый, тебя, единственный.                                                                                                                                                                   Он тихо падает, и медленный и властный...                                                                                                                                             Безмерно счастлив я его победою...                                                                                                                                                                          Из все чудес земли тебя, о снег прекрасный,                                                                                                                                                      Тебя люблю...За что люблю - не ведаю...