| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | On the Heights | | By Konstantin Balmont |
| | Translated from the Russian by Edith Chapman Tracy IT is exquisite, arrived at the outermost limit, | |
| No longer to thirst for anything. | |
| How poignantly you yielded yourself and became intoxicated | |
| With the fierce wine of my presence! | |
| Sensitively the last veil | 5 |
| Completely melted between us. | |
| Oh, how beautiful, in the temple of the woods, | |
| That irretrievable hour! | | | | |
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