Читать книгу The Demon / Демон. Книга для чтения на английском языке - Михаил Лермонтов, Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов, M. Y. Lermontov - Страница 14

Now all is silence; sadly huddled

The camels stand and stare befuddled

Upon their erstwhile master – man,

Lying dead amongst these silent fells.

The only sound their harness bells,

Ravaged and robbed their caravan;

And see, the owl flies softly round

The Christian bodies on the ground!

No peaceful tomb beneath the stones

Of some old church will take these bones

Like those in which their fathers lie;

Mothers nor sisters will not come

In their long floating veils to cry

Over these graves so far from home!

Instead, by zealous hands, a cross

Was raised to mark the dreadful loss

Just where the road hugs close the sheer

And towering cliff-wall, close to where

They perished in the raid…

And ivy, growing lush in spring,

An emerald net about it flings…

Here, weary of the toilsome road,

The traveller yet lays down his load

To rest in God's good shade…