The Pine Tree

The pine tree

In the wild north a pine tree stands alone
        On the bare top of a mountain.
It slumbers and sways, covered with
        Powdery snow like a mantle.

And it dreams constantly: that in faraway wilds
        In the land where the sun rises,
A cheerless and lovely palm stands alone,
        Growing on a gloomy cliff.

Mikhail Lermontov