European Elegies/Summer/The cloud
87.THE CLOUD
Last of the rain-king's retinue,
Alone thou marchest through the blue!
Alone thou darkenest our way!
Alone thou saddenest the day!
Alone thou marchest through the blue!
Alone thou darkenest our way!
Alone thou saddenest the day!
But, now, thy night shut heaven out;
Stern lightning wound its coils about;
Thy thunders shook the trembling hours,
And drenched the avid earth with showers.
Stern lightning wound its coils about;
Thy thunders shook the trembling hours,
And drenched the avid earth with showers.
Enough, begone! Thy time is sped.
The earth revives; the storm has fled;
And gay winds, tossing tree-tops high,
Expel thee from the placid sky.
The earth revives; the storm has fled;
And gay winds, tossing tree-tops high,
Expel thee from the placid sky.
From the Russian of Alexandr Sergeevich Pushkin.