(1711 - 1765 / Russia)  What do you think this poem is about?
An Ode in Blessed Memory  A sudden bliss has seized my mind, And
to a mountain peak it carries me Up where the wind's forgotten
how to stir the trees; The deepest valley lies in silence.
Perceiving something, quiet goes the brook That used to babble
without cease When rushing swiftly down the hill. There, they
are braiding laurel wreaths And word is spread to every side;
Smoke curls up from the fields afar.  Do I see Pindus down below
me? I hear the pristine sisters' songs! With flame Permessian I
burn, I strive in haste toward their visage. They've given me
the healing water: Drink, and forget your every toil; Rinse out
your eyes with dew Castalian. Beyond steppes and mountains cast
your gaze, Direct your soul toward those lands Where morning
breaks upon dark night.  Just like a ship 'midst raving waves
That threaten to engulf it, Severs their frothing caps, And
clings steadfastly to its course Amidst the raging silver foam,
Its wake ablaze acros