Page:Modern Russian Poetry.djvu/175

Rh

Upon an amber day I loved you first, When, summoned by the radiant azure, From every grateful twig there burst Sweet indolence in dripping measure.

Your whitely shining body gleamed as white As heady foam on lakes unfolding, Gay laughing Lel drew out the bright Black hair, its beauty lightly holding.

Himself, the god Yarila crowned your hair With garlands green in gorgeous pleasure, And flung it, plaited, to the air: Green glory tossed upon the azure.