He did not lie – the ghost, so sad and thoughtful, <br />That from a star took his name by a chance, <br />When he had said, “Don’t fear the Lord”, to us, <br />“Just try the fruit and be like Him immortal”. <br /> <br />All routs for youths were opened in glow, <br />And all forbidden works – for older ones, <br />And amber fruits -- for gaily girls, at once, <br />And the rhinoceros forever white as snow. <br /> <br />But why we lean, bereft of any strength, <br />And feel that someone has forgot all us at length, <br />And grasp the dread of the old lure, if only <br /> <br />By an easy hand of someone, by a chance, <br />Two little sticks (flag’s poles, leaves of grass) <br />Will be united in the cross infirmly?<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-descendents-of-cain/
