Innokenty Annensky

• After The Storm, by A. S. Kline
  Did my sad heart, that languishes, /         In craving the storm, not bow / To the white, the crimson flashes? / Yet I’ve fallen in love here, ...
• Anguish of the now silent thunderstorm, by R. H. Morrison
  Did one’s heart not languish /         With desire for the thunderstorm. / Through white-scarlet Hashes? / But now it has fallen in love with / ...