Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/Without Limits
1. WITHOUT LIMITS
The streams have their sources,
The oceans have their courses,
Where their billows roll.
The mountains in heaven lowering
Have yet an end to their towering:
Fixed is their goal.
But the heart, the heart of mankind,
Ne'er an end in its flight can find.
Through tears, longing and pain.
Weening within its clasp
Space and eternity to grasp
And heaven to contain.