English poem
A WHITE NIGHT.
THE yellow moon across the clouds That shiver in the sky; White, hurrying travellers, the clouds, And, white and aching cold on high, Stars in the sky.
Whiter, along the frozen earth, The miracle of snow; Close covered as for sleep, the earth Lies, mutely slumbering below Its shroud of snow.
Sleepless I wander in the night, And, wandering, watch for day; Earth sleeps, yet, high in heaven, the night Awakens, faint and far away, A phantom day.