Tuesday, June 25, 2013

The Prophet - Alexander Pushkin




Alexander Pushkin - The Prophet


With fainting soul athirst for Grace,
I wandered in a desert place,
And at the crossing of the ways
I saw a sixfold Seraph blaze;
He touched mine eyes with fingers light
As sleep that cometh in the night:
And like a frightened eagle's eyes,
They opened wide with prophecies.