A single sail is bleaching brightly <br />Upon the waves caressing bland, <br />What seeks it in a stranger country? <br />Why did it leave its native strand? <br />When winds pipe high, load roar the billows <br />And with a crashing bends the mast, <br />It does not shun its luckless fortune, <br />Nor haste to port before the blast. <br />To-day the sea is clear as azure, <br />The sun shines gaily, faint the wind-- <br />But it revolting, looks for tempest, <br />And dreams in storms its peace to find!<br /><br />Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sail/
