Читать книгу The Demon / Демон. Книга для чтения на английском языке - Михаил Лермонтов, Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов, M. Y. Lermontov - Страница 6

Before him now another scene

In vivid beauty blooms.

The patterned vales' luxuriant green

Spread like a carpet on the looms

Of Georgia, rich and blessed ground!

These poplars like great pillars tower,

And sounding streams trip over pebbles

Of many colours in their courses.

And, ember-bright, the rose trees flower

Where nightingales forever warble

To marble beauties fond discourses

Forever deaf to their sweet sound.

On sultry days the timid deer

Seek out an ivy-curtained cave

To hide them from the midday heat;

How bright, how live the leaves are here!

A hundred voices soft conclave

A thousand flower-hearts that beat!

The sensuous warmth of afternoon,

The scented dew which falls to strew

The grateful foliage 'neath the moon,

The stars that shine as full and bright

As Georgian beauties' eyes by night!..

Yet in the outcast's barren breast

Abundant nature woke no new

Upsurge of forces long at rest,

Touched off no other sentiment

Than envy, hatred, cold contempt.