The mighty Dnieper roars and bellows, The wind in anger howls and raves, Down to the ground it bends the willows, And mountain-high lifts up the waves. The pale-faced moon picked out this moment To peek out from behind a cloud, Like a canoe upon the ocean It first tips up, and then dips down. The cocks don't crow to wake the morning, There's not as yet a sound of man, The owls in glades call out their warnings, And ash trees creak and creak again. Taras Shevchenko, poem "The Mighty ...