My old good friend, my faithful Demon, <br />Had sung the little song to me: <br />All night of hell the sailor sailed on, <br />But drowned by the morn in sea. <br /> <br />Around him waves stood like domes, <br />They fell and loomed again above, <br />And before him, whiter than foam, <br />Was flying his unrivaled love. <br /> <br />He heard the call, while he was flitting, <br />"I'll not deceive you, trust in me." <br />Remember, -- said this Demon, witty, -- <br />He drowned at the morn in sea.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clever-demon/
