The moon relinquished sharp-edge cliffs at sea line, <br />And with transparent gold: the waters shine; <br />On board of their pointed boat, this evening <br />The friends enjoy their heated glass of wine. <br /> <br />When looking at the clouds passing swiftly <br />Through the reflection of the moonlight post; <br />Some of the friends will find those clouds closely <br />Resembling the holy women’s ghosts. <br /> <br />Another group imagine those clouds <br />As heaven bound souls of pious men; <br />The third of friends insist without doubts, <br />The clouds resemble caravan of swans.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-over-the-sea/
