500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird [Russian translation]

Within my Garden, rides a Bird

Upon a single Wheel —

Whose spokes a dizzy Music make

As 'twere a travelling Mill —

He never stops, but slackens

Above the Ripest Rose —

Partakes without alighting

And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted —

And then his Fairy Gig

Reels in remoter atmospheres —

And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us

If positive, 'twere we —

Or bore the Garden in the Brain

This Curiosity —

But He, the best Logician,

Refers my clumsy eye —

To just vibrating Blossoms!

An Exquisite Reply!