Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Impotence of Death
3. THE IMPOTENCE OF DEATH.
He, from whom death his life hath taken away
Hath suffered naught, for it was ne'er his own:
Who keeps his spirit's strength concealed, unknown,
His whole life long in death's dominion lay.
But before death I like a spring shall stay,
Whence unto rivers potency hath flown;
Dread obstacles that in its course are sown,
Hold it not back,—o'er lands and towns its sway
It casts around with undiminished might:
And when the hour of my last breath is near,
To gaze upon my end I shall not fear.
I shall dissolve, and many a stainless tear
Shall be aquiver in that deathless light
With whose array my spirit is bedight.