An Angel
By Mihail Yurievich Lermontov (1814-41)
An angel flew across the midnight sky
And sang as he passed by;
The moon, the clouds, and all the heavenly throng
Received the holy song.
He sang of spirits blest, among the trees
Of Paradise at ease;
Of mighty God and all His wondrous ways
He sang with genuine praise.
Close in his arms a newborn soul he base
Towards the world of care;
And in that soul the music that he made,
Though wordless, ever stayed.
And with a strange desire all her days
She walked her worldly ways;
For dull the melodies of earth she found
After that heavenly sound.
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