Ñîðåâíîâàíüå ìóçûêàíòîâ –
Èõ ñåðåáðèñòûõ èíñòðóìåíòîâ
Ñïîð ñëûøåí ÷òî íè äåíü –
Ïðîñíóñü çàäîëãî äî ðàññâåòà –
Íàä ãîðîäêîì çâó÷àíüå ýòî
Âî òüìå åùå ñëûøíåé!
×üå èñïîëíåíüå – íåèçâåñòíî –
Íè ìåäíî-àëîãî îðêåñòðà,
Íè ïòèö – îáúåìëåò íàñ
Ìåëîäèåé ïðîøèòûé âîçäóõ –
Òàê ïåëè óòðåííèå çâ¸çäû
 ïåðâîíà÷àëüíûé ÷àñ!*
Òóò ìíîãî îáúÿñíåíèé ðàçíûõ –
Êòî ñëûøèò â ýòîì õîð ïðåêðàñíûõ
Áûëûõ ãîñïîä è äàì,
Êòî ñôåð èãðó, êòî çâóê çîâóùèé
Òîé ñëóæáû ñðåäè ðàéñêîé êóùè,
Ãäå äàé Ãîñïîäü âñòàòü íàì!
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* Ãäå áûë òû, êîãäà ß ïîëàãàë îñíîâàíèÿ çåìëè […] ïðè îáùåì ëèêîâàíèè óòðåííèõ çâåçä, êîãäà âñå ñûíû Áîæèè âîñêëèöàëè îò ðàäîñòè?
Èîâ 38, 4-7
Musicians wrestle everywhere —
All day — among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife —
And — waking — long before the morn —
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New Life"!
If is not Bird — it has no nest —
Nor "Band" — in brass and scarlet — drest —
Nor Tamborin — nor Man —
It is not Hymn from pulpit read —
The "Morning Stars" the Treble led
On Time's first Afternoon!
Some — say — it is "the Spheres" — at play!
Some say that bright Majority
Of vanished Dames — and Men!
Some — think it service in the place
Where we — with late — celestial face —
Please God — shall Ascertain!