Written On a Mystic Night
The vast sapphire nebulae of space,
All rising o’er in zeniths of sweet dreams,
Feed all the leas and all the murm’rous streams
With folds on cloudy folds of moonbeam rays.
Whene’er I look within the lake’s clear face,
I see each high aurora, which then gleams,
Caroused with Heaven’s soft and dewy beams,
Which flicker in a thick and splendid haze.
I see the moon, upon the whole world gaze
And all the stars which skies with their souls trace,
Glide, trembling in some waters’ ebbing grace
With some unearthly music, so it seems.
Oh, as I sit before the pale light
Of stars, I sigh and dream of sacred bliss,
And tuck myself in Heaven’s chrysalis,
I feel as if such place is more than night…
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
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