«Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish / I say my love for thee exists no more. / At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless; / It will return with love unto the shore. E'en now I pine for thee with old-time passion, / And place my freedom in thy hands once more. / Already, wi...»
«Dost thou know, my native country, / Any house or corner lone / Where thy Tiller and thy Sower, / Russia's peasant, does not moan? In the fields, along the highways, / In the cells and dungeons black, / In the mines in iron fetters, / By the side of barn and stack; 'Neath the carts, hi...»
«The evening light has soaked with ancient gold / And gall the yellow hills. Like tawny fur / Grass rises shaggy in a ruddy blur; / Past fiery bushes metal waves unfold; / And enigmatic cliffs and boulders hold / Worn troughs that are the sea's chronologer. / In the winged twilight figure...»
«Here stood a sacred forest. Here the messenger / Wing-footed went, his touch upon the dumb glades leaving... / Upon the site of cities, nor stones, nor ruins heaving: / Now on burnt slopes but sheep in scattered patches stir. The mountain peaks: cut crowns! Across each bitten spur / T...»