| Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921. | | | | A Lenten One | | By Lubov Stolitza |
| | | NOON in golden thaw is garbed with glory, | |
| Midnight’s wrap of silver snows is hoary. | |
| Pink the buds among the aspen’s ashes | |
| Where the diamond hoar-frost softly flashes. | |
| My kind cat has furtively departed, | 5 |
| But the swallow has returned, high-hearted. | |
| Winter grief no more our dumb lips locking, | |
| But upon the heart Spring grief is knocking. | |
| And at noon we weep, our bosoms crossing, | |
| Midnight sees us in hot slumber tossing: | 10 |
| Quiet lips, knees pressed as though in prayer, | |
| But our shadowed eyes are our betrayer. | | | | |
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