FROM VLADIMIR VLADISLAVLEF.

REFLECTION.

Pressed cheek to cheek we stand before the glass,

Wherein our forms reflected shine,

Gloomy my glance; but thy alluring face

With warmth and light illumines mine!

So on the bosom of the sleeping wave

The moon smiles with reflected light,

Full of the peace that dawns beyond the grave,

Softening the darkness of the night.

THE WOULD-BE NUN.

No, no! I can’t believe you!

Cease, cease to prattle so

Of single bliss, monastic vows,

And prayerful life below!

No, no! I can’t believe you!

That stately form divine,

That breast, that neck, those breathing limbs

To convent cell confine!

Yourself you don’t believe it!

Your words your glance belies,

And, full of other fancies,

Protest those flashing eyes.

THE SCHOOLBOY’S DEVIL.

You knew, of course, my special devil?

His cunning and his boldness charmed;

Pressed to my breast this sprite of evil

I warmed.

At first he worried me with fear;

I timid was, and mild, and young.

My shoulders were too weak to bear

His tongue.

Holding some mild traditions yet,

I shook and trembled, oft, in awe,

Till, lo! in him the Muse’s pet

I saw.

He caught me, then, with flash of phrase,

With living fantasies entranced,

And wicked eyes from grave to gay

He glanced!

With fiery speech well fused together,

Our friendly union grew complete,

Although at times with wintry weather

We’d meet.

Designing once to cause his death,

My fingers in a cross I twirled,[11]

Out came his tongue; off in a breath

He whirled.

But scarcely dawns the Eastern light,

The nightly blackness scarce is o’er,

Ere back he comes, my foe, my sprite,

Once more.

How smart he’s grown! and well up, too,

In Darwin’s and Descartes’ style!

He knows the sex; nor strange to loo

Meanwhile.

And chess he also right well knows,

And often billiards is his fad—

At times about this game he grows

Quite mad.

You knew him well, of course, of yore,

He cunning was, and boldly charmed;

I pressed him to my bosom’s core,

And warmed.

Ah! have I tired my friendly sprite?

His friendship’s flame has colder grown;

He now forgets and leaves me quite

Alone.