Radiant ranks of seraphim
Stir the air about our bed.
With their windy wings and dim
Our hot cheeks are comforted.
Low the circling seraphs bend,
And we tremble and rejoice
At hosannas that ascend,
Winged with their unearthly voice.
Cloudy luminous faces hover,
And the wing-swept candles wane.
And our fiery breasts they cover
As with hidden holy rain.
Серафимов вереницы
Наше ложе окружили.
Веют в пламенные лица
Тихим холодом воскрылий.
Серафимы полукругом
Наклонились к изголовью;
Внемлем с радостным испугом
Неземному славословью.
Реют лики светлым дымом,
И крылами гасят свечи,
И кропят дождем незримым
Наши огненные плечи.
«We heard him say, "I will destroy this temple that is made with hands, and within three days I will build another made without hands." / -Mark 14:58 I've reared a monument not built by human hands. / The public path to it cannot be overgrown. / With insubmissive head far loftier it stands / ...»
«Storm has set the heavens scowling, / Whirling gusty blizzards wild, / Now they are like beasts a-growling, / Now a-wailing like a child; / Now along the brittle thatches / They will scud with rustling sound, / Now against the window latches / Like belated wanderers pound. Our frail h...»
«O'er the earth a storm is prowling, / Bringing whirling, blinding snow. / Like a beast I hear it howling, / Like an infant wailing low. / Now the thatch it rustles, playing / On our roof; now at our pane / Raps like someone homeward straying / And behighted in the plain. Old our hut i...»
«In the evening, all uphill, / My path stretched out ahead. / A day ago and loving still, / He begged me: “Don’t forget.” / Now, only winds gust on my way / And shepherd’s voices ring, / And agitated cedars sway / Beside the sparkling spring.»