Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

Here you will find the Poem The Cliff of poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

The Cliff

By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered; 
On his breast it slept, but, rising early, 
Off it gently rushed across the pearly 
Blue of sky, a tiny thing and winged. 

Still, a trace it left upon the stony 
Giant's heart, and plunged in thought and weeping 
Slow and tortured tears, he stands there, keeping 
Vigil o'er the gloomy waste and lonely.