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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Angel

By Alexander Pushkin (1799–1837)

Translation of Nathan Haskell Dole

AT Eden’s gates an angel holy

Was shining with bowed reverent head,

While o’er the abyss of hell soared slowly

A demon with black pinions dread.

The rebel spirit of doubt and lying

Beheld the sinless one; and then

The glow of tenderness, fast dying,

Awoke within his breast again!

“Farewell! my eyes have seen the vision:

Thou dost not shine in vain!” he cries.

“Not all on earth draws my derision,

Not all in heaven do I despise!”