Так и надежда! То едва видна,
То прячется, дразня пытливый взор,
Отчаянья крылом заслонена.
Но вскоре, озарив ночной простор,
По воле парусов помчит она -
Стремительна, как яркий метеор.
Sonnet
to the autumnal moon
Mild Splendour of the various-vested Night!
Mother of wildly-working visions! hail!
I watch thy gliding, while with watery light
Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil;
And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud
Behind the gather'd blackness lost on high;
And when thou dartest from the wind-rent cloud
Thy plasid lighting o'er the awaken'd sky.
Ah such is Hope! as changeful and as fair!
Now dimly peering on the wistful sight;
Now hid behind the dragon-wing'd Despair:
But soon emerging in her radiant might
She o'er the sorrow-clouded breast of Care
Sails, like a meteor kindling in its flight.