Sailless and without a rudder, <br />On the ocean of the air-- <br />Float the choirs of stars harmonious, <br />'Mid the mists eternal there; <br />Fleecy flocks of clouds elusive <br />Drift across immensity, <br />Leaving ne'er a track behind them, <br />Following their destiny. <br />Hour of parting, hour of meeting <br />They know not,--nor grief, nor rest-- <br />Theirs no longing for the future, <br />Theirs no sorrow for the past. <br />By thy day of anguish broken, <br />Think of them and calm thy woe-- <br />Be indifferent as they are <br />To the pangs of earth below!<br /><br />Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-demon/
