Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/The Poplars
Why are the poplars to-night so aquiver?
So eerily, wildly? What betokens their sound?
The sallow moon has faded long beyond the mound
Distant and dark as foreboding; on the river
Gloomily plunged in silence, leaden and grey
Visions have been scattered amid this dead night.
The poplars alone, upreared upon the height,
Rustle, rustle eerily and skyward sway.
Alone in the night by the silent water here
I stand, as the last mortal. It is my shadow that
Lies earthward before me. To-night I am in fear
Of myself, my own shadow, and I tremble thereat.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1929. The longest-living author of this work died in 1970, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 53 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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