No from sadness

Crows croak something.
 
 The dawn is weak.
 
 No from sadness.,
 
 not from sadness, either.
 
  
 
 But there will come a longing-grief,
 
 open down and out to the yard.
 
 So what if you're a man
 
 and a boxer, too!
 
  
 
 Whirl, will sabaramati,
 
 it'll cloud everything,
 
 you will not find the essence already,
 
 that the cause was.
 
  
 
 Was there a point? I don't remember!
 
 I only know that I was.
 
 Hung his head. Who am I talking about?
 
 Sad. Why should I?
 
  
 
 A breeze will blow from the sea,
 
 a breeze will blow from the mountains:
 
 we are stronger than any grief!
 
 The Raven croaked, " Nevermore."
 
  
 
 The Raven croaked. Take alarm
 
 all crows. Gry in the Crimea!
 
 Dreams or bad dreams?
 
 Or?.. Or?..  I don't understand!
 
  
 
 And from the AI-Petrin crown
 
 the fog slid into the white light.
 
 No from sadness.,
 
 not from sadness, either.