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Fyodor Sologub

"AUSTERE THE MUSIC OF MY SONGS"

 
Austere the music of my songs:
The echo of sad utterance fills them,
A bitter breath, far-wafted, chills them;
And is my back not bent to thongs?

The mists of day on darkness fall;
The vainly promised land I follow
Upon a road the shadows swallow;
The world rears round me like a wall.

At times from that far land the vain
Faint voice will sound like distant thunder.
Can long abeyance of a wonder
Obliterate the long bleak pain?