Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов.
Перевод стихотворения Утес на английский язык.

The Cliff

Once upon a time a Golden Cloud
On the bosom of a Cliff was sleeping
By sunrise it with a breeze was sweeping
Gaily playing with its azure shroud;

But some traces of the cloud were seeping
To the craggy wrinkles. In the desert
The Cliff stood and mused without comfort
Deeply thinking, desperately weeping.

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