The air is clear and clear the space above
Whose width and height present a gift of wings
And set my soul hovering like a dove
And singing as a nightingale sings.
The diamond-placer on the velvet black –
Can’t stop admiring this exciting charm:
Far constellations’ light, a comet’s track –
Each plant is perfect on the Heaven’s farm.
A hazy current of the Milky-Way
Is flowing slowly through the endless height;
And myriads of stars begin to play
A symphony of beauty, peace and light.
17 May 2011
August Night
© Copyright: Элис Ларк, 2011
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