Fyodor Tyutchev
A december morning

The moon's still out.
Night has still not budged,
just ruling, unaware
that day is coming to,
albeit lazily and timidly.
Ray after ray creeps out of cloud,
though night in majesty
still shines across the sky.
Just give it three or four more moments
and night will dissipate,
while in its blinding fullness
day will show itself and claim the earth.

Translated by Frank Jude