The gold stars are sleeping,
The mirror-pond trembles,
The dawn light comes creeping
And heaven's net reddens.
The birch-tree smites sleepily,
Her silk locks free-flowing,
Green earrings are rustling.
And silver dew glowing.
Tall nettles by the fencing
Their bright pearls are flaunting
And whispering merrily:
"Good morning!"
Задремали звёзды золотые,
Задрожало зеркало затона,
Брезжит свет на заводи речные
И румянит сетку небосклона.
Улыбнулись сонные берёзки,
Растрепали шёлковые косы.
Шелестят зелёные серёжки,
И горят серебряные росы.
У плетня заросшая крапива
Обрядилась ярким перламутром
И, качаясь, шепчет шаловливо:
«С добрым утром!»
«Beneath the azure of her native skies she drooped, / To fade, to vanish past returning; / It may be the young ghost above me briefly stooped / And swept me with a shadowy yearning. But now between us lies a line I may not cross. / I cannot rouse the old devotion: / Indifferent lips were t...»
«Storm clouds dim the sky; the tempest / Weaves the snow in patterns wild; / Like a beast the gale is howling / And now wailing like a child; / On the worn old roof it rustles / The piled thatch, and then again / Like a traveler belated / Knocks upon the windowpane. Sad and dark our sh...»
«Deep in the Siberian mine, / Keep your patience proud; / The bitter toil shall not be lost, / The rebel thought unbowed. The sister of misfortune, / Hope, In the under-darkness dumb / Speaks joyful courage to your heart: / The day desired will come. And love and friendship pour to you ...»
«Three springs in life's immense and joyless desert / Leap into light from a mysterious source; / The spring of youth, boiling in bright rebellion, / Bubbles and sparkles ere It runs its course; / Life's exiles at the clear Castalian fountain / Drink draughts more pure, more heady than the ...»