Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
The AngelMikhail Lermontov (18141841)
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Who lifted his chant as he fled.
The moon and the clouds and the stars leaned to hear
The song rising holy and clear.
Who softly in Paradise rest.
Of the gardens of God, and of God was his song,
Ringing true as a heavenly gong.
Toward the travailing, sorrowful earth.
And flying, he sang, and the eager soul heard
The deathless, the unuttered Word.
The soul filled with wondrous desire.
And vainly the dull songs of earth would have stilled
The song wherewith heaven had thrilled.