sexta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2015

The Angel - Mikhail Lermontov




The angel was flying through sky in midnight, 
And softly he sang in his flight; A
nd clouds, and stars, and the moon in a throng 
Hearkened to that holy song. 
He sang of the garden of God's paradise, 
Of innocent ghosts in its shade; 
He sang of the God, and his vivacious praise 
Was glories and unfeigned. 
The juvenile soul he carried in arms 
For worlds of distress and alarms; 
The tune of his charming and heavenly song 
 Was left in the soul for long.
 It roamed on earth many long nights and days, 
Filled with a wonderful thirst, 
And earth's boring songs could not ever replace 
The sounds of heaven it lost.


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