DMITRY MEREZHKOVSKY
‘HEIRS OF THE NIGHT’
ДМИТРИЙ МЕРЕЖКОВСКИЙ
‘ДЕТИ НОЧИ’
And on peering into East side,
That is whitening beyond,
Heirs of night and
Heirs of mourning
We await the augur’s
Gong.
We do feel the dark unknown
And do sternly cling to hope,
Hence, on dying, give in yearning
For the unbegotten world.
Our speeches, seeming daring,
Are condemned to ruthless death;
We are premature forerunners
Of the spring, that’s lagging back…
The revival of the buried
And among the deepest dusk
We’re the song of rooster calling
In the chilly morning’s spark.
On the edge of step deciding,
That does part from deep abyss,
As if shades, the heirs of darkness
Do await the Sun’s release.
Dmitry Merezhkovsky Дети Ночи
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