Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Greatest Joy
2. THE GREATEST JOY.
Can there, O soul, a joy more wondrous be,
Than, when is drawing near the hour to die,
And with the jaws of boorish death hard by,
To tell the world : All have I given thee.
'Tis only cravens fear mortality.
But I am strong, nor have a bondsman's eye:
Nay, proud as monarch o'er his realms, this cry
My lips shall utter, when no more I see.
And I shall tell to death, what in my heart
Of Hamlet's nature I became aware,
When by a swarm of sorrows I was riven:
—Naught from me hast thou power to rend apart:
For in this world my body hath no share,
And to the next my spirit has been given.