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Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/See fires ablaze

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2. SEE FIRES ABLAZE.

 

See fires ablaze, hear music sound,—
The music weeps and nestles round.
E'en as a diamond, precious, fair,
The eyes of youth are bright, how bright!

Gladness and hope have set their light
In joyous eyes. They know not care,
Those youthful eyes,—no sin is there.
And all are filled with mirth and glee,
And all are dancing. I alone
Gaze, as there were a curse on me.
I weep, I weep to all unknown.
Why doI weep? Perchance to mourn,
How without hap, as tempest-borne,
The days of all my youth have flown.
(1850.)