In unceasing phantom bands,
And their moaning and bewailing
Grip my heart with icy hands!

PUSHKIN.




UNDER A PORTRAIT OF JUKOWSKY

The charm and sweetness of his magic verse
Will mock the envious years for centuries!
Since youth, on hearing them, for glory burns,
The wordless sorrow comfort in them sees,
And careless joy to wistful musing turns.

PUSHKIN.

_Jukowsky was a Russian poet_.




THE VISION

I remember a marvellous instant,
Unto me bending down from above,
Thy radiant vision appearing
As an angel of beauty and love.