Midnight phantoms hover
Glittering bright with sparks in the darkness.
But my eyes cannot make out
How many of them, on their ominous wings.
Midnight phantoms groan
Like a sick man in exhausted sleep,
They rise to the surface, and groan and sink again –—
But what are they groaning about?
Midnight phantoms howl,
Like a dog frightened by ghosts;
Now surging in, now parting over the abyss,
As a wave uncovers a cliff.
Полуночные образы реют,
Блещут искрами ярко впотьмах,
Но глаза различить не умеют,
Много ль их на тревожных крылах.
Полуночные образы стонут,
Как больной в утомительном сне,
И всплывают, и стонут, и тонут —
Но о чем это стонут оне?
Полуночные образы воют,
Как духов испугавшийся пес;
То нахлынут, то бездну откроют,
Как волна обнажает утес.
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