Upon a haystack in lands of South,
I lay, while facing skies of night,
The choir of stars, alive and couth,
Was trembling, spread at every side.
The earth, mute as a dream half-hidden,
Was fast receding into space,
And I, as if the first in Eden,
Alone met the black night-s face.
Did I race to the depth profound,
Or did the stars race strait to me?
In mighty hands, it seemed me how,
I hanged above abysmal sea.
With heart, so sinking and bewildered,
I measured with my look a depth,
Into which, every moment sighted,
I sink, and nobody helps.
Upon A Haystack On A Southern Night
Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
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Poem topics: alone, dream, heart, sea, space, hidden, earth, moment, fast, face, black, spread, night, depth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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