Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/Fragment
I come not, nightingales, to join your lay,
Nor, rose, with thee, to blossom by the way,
Whereon there vanish thousands with their woe,
Borne on for ever by gale.
Nor to arise, O sun, amid thy glow,
That sheds in equal measure peace and light,
If souls grow warm or perish in the fight,—
But, O mankind, with thee to wail!