At midnight an angel was crossing the sky,
And quietly he sang;
The moon and the stars and the concourse of clouds
Paid heed to his heavenly song.
He sang of the bliss of the innocent souls
In heavenly gardens above;
Of almighty God he sang out, and his praise
Was pure and sincere.
He bore in his arms a young soul
To our valley of sorrow and tears;
The young soul remembered the heavenly song
So vivid and yet without words.
And long did it struggle on earth,
With wondrous desire imbued;
But none of the tedious songs of our earth
Could rival celestial song.
The Angel
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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Poem topics: angel, god, moon, sky, sorrow, desire, innocent, long, pure, struggle, valley, almighty, celestial, soul, earth, young, song, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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