Valery Brusov (b. 1873)

RADIANT ranks of seraphim

Stir the air about our bed.

With their windy wings and dim

Our hot cheeks are comforted.

Low the circling seraphs bend,

And we tremble and rejoice

At hosannas that ascend,

Winged with their unearthly voice.

Cloudy luminous faces hover,

And the wing-swept candles wane.

And our fiery breasts they cover

As with hidden holy rain.