No, not the moon, but simple dial-plate
Is lightning me, and ‘tis my nasty fate,
That lights of stars I feel as light internal!
And loftiness of Batyushkov I hate:
'What time is it?' - he had been asked there
late --
And he had answered with curiosity 'Eternal!'
Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-not-the-moon-but-simple-dial-plate/
