Turner, "The fighting temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up, 1838 (1839)

The gold stars are sleeping,

The mirror-pond trembles,

The dawn light comes creeping

And heaven's net reddens.

The birch-tree smiles sleepily,

Her silk locks free-flowing,

Green earrings are rustling,

And silver dew glowing.

Tall nettles by the fencing

Their bright pearls are flauting

And whispering merrily:

"Good morning!"

1914

Sergei Esenin (1895-1925). Selected Poetry. Moscow: Progress Publishers, 1982. Translated by Peter Tempest.