Na polju ogenj se blesti,
trepeče kvišku živ, vesel . . .
A veter dahne – žar ugasne,
okrog se razprši pepel.
Ugasnil bodem tudi jaz,
ko bode smrtni dih zavel:
Od roda, od sveta pozabljen,
jaz ogenj – moj spomin pepel.
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