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                                                                                                                                                                                      zachod-drzewa-slonca-7.jpeg                                                        Wieczór już…                                                                                                                                                                  Wieczór już, Panie! Oto leśni ptacy                                                                                                                             Skłaniają skrzydła ku gwiazdom w polocie…                                                                                                                    Oto pól Twoich umilkli śpiewacy,                                                                                                                                                      Oto dzień cały przetrwałam już w pracy,                                                                                                                           We łzach, w tęsknocie…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Z blasków poranka i dnia, i ze słońca                                                                                                                                             Nie miałeś dla mnie żadnego promienia!                                                                                                                                                                 Oto się czas mój nachyla do końca,                                                                                                                                                                                             Oto już gwiazda wieczorna i drżąca                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Błyska wśród cienia                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Innym oddałeś zórz jasnych korony,                                                                                                                                                                                         Nad cichą strzechą rzucone w lazurze,                                                                                                                                                                                                  I zapach łąki, i ciszę w naturze,                                                                                                                           Bocianie gniazda, topole i róże              ,                                                                                                                                                                               I ciemne bory…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Lecz ja ze świata całego ogromu                                                                                                                                                                  Jedno jedyne serce wzięłam sobie…                                                                                                                                                            Gniazdo nie spadło,  strącone od gromu,                                                                                                                                                              Nie było dla mnie ogniska ni domu,                                                                                                                                                           Żyłam w żałobie…                                                                                                                                                                                                      Po cząstkę moją na boku stojącą,,                                                                                                                                      Nie wyciągnęłam przez dzień cały ręki…                                                                                                                     Życie przechodzi, pomija, potrąca,                                                                                                                                                       Myślałam: „Wspomni!” – czekając tak końca,                                                                                                                                                                        Nucąc piosenki…                                                                                                                                                                                  Lecz oto kwiaty posnęły majowe                                                                                                                                    I kruk samotny znajduje posłanie…                                                                                                                                 Czuję chłód ros tych, co lecą perłowe…                                                                                                                                     Pod cichą strzechą daj skłonić mi głowę                                                                                                                                            - Wieczór już, Panie!...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   1041                                                                                                                                

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