Sergei Yesenin

Good Morning!

The gold stars are sleeping, The mirror-pond trembles, The dawn light comes creeping And heaven's net reddens. The birch-tree smites sleepily, Her silk locks free-flowing, Green earrings are rustling. And silver dew glowing. Tall nettles by the fencing Their bright pearls are flaunting And whispering merrily: "Good morning!"

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