Note 29 — Zhukovsky.
John Bowring translation
It was a current opinion, that the spirits of women hovered over the earth in all their living beauty, and were often seen gliding along like a sun beam on a hill.
She was like a spirit of heaven half folded in the skirt of a cloud.—Temora.
The sky grew dark: the forms of the dead were blended with the clouds.—Ibid.
Hereafter shall the traveller meet their dark thick mist on Lena, where it wanders, with their ghosts, beside the reedy lake. Never shall they rise without song to the dwelling of winds.—Ibid.
Two spirits of heaven standing each on his gloomy cloud.—Ibid.
The flower hangs its heavy head, waving at times to the gale. “Why dost thou awake me, O gale!” it seems to say, “I am covered with the drops of heaven: the time of my fading is near—the blast that shall scatter my leaves. To-morrow shall the traveller come. He that saw me in beauty shall come—his eyes will search in the fields, but they will not find me.”—Berrathon.