Where are thou, cloud, hurrying?
What's a swelling sudden flurry?
And this lifeless mask is white,
Slinking on the surly sky...
Tell me, what it is so near,
Tell me, magic crystal sphear... - Dismal demons dragging biers...
What is seen of good, do say... - In dulcet Russian strains By young poét...
But when? The sphere hasn't said...
