FROM SHENSHIN (FET.).
John Pollen translation
A RUSSIAN SCENE.
Wondrous the picture, How homelike to me!— Distant plain whitening, Full moon on the lea; Light—in the heaven’s high, And snow flashing bright; Sledge in the distance In its lonely flight.
TRYST.
A whisper, a gentle sigh, Trills of the nightingale; The silver flash of the brook, Asleep in the sleepy vale. The shadows and shine of night— Shadows in endless race; The sweep of a magical change Over a sweet young face. The blush of a rose in the mist, An amber gleam on the lawn; A rush of kisses and tears— And oh, “the Dawn! the Dawn!”