The captives of the Salguir's shore.(22)

But now a question in this wise

Oft upon friendly lips doth rise:

Whom doth thy plaintive Muse adore?

To whom amongst the jealous throng

Of maids dost thou inscribe thy song?

[Note 22: Refers to two of the most interesting productions of the poet. The former line indicates the Prisoner of the Caucasus, the latter, The Fountain of Baktchiserai. The Salguir is a river of the Crimea.]

LII.

Whose glance reflecting inspiration

With tenderness hath recognized

Thy meditative incantation -

Whom hath thy strain immortalized?

None, be my witness Heaven above!

The malady of hopeless love

I have endured without respite.

Happy who thereto can unite

Poetic transport. They impart

A double force unto their song

Who following Petrarch move along

And ease the tortures of the heart -

Perchance they laurels also cull -

But I, in love, was mute and dull.

LIII.

The Muse appeared, when love passed by

And my dark soul to light was brought;

Free, I renewed the idolatry

Of harmony enshrining thought.

I write, and anguish flies away,

Nor doth my absent pen portray

Around my stanzas incomplete

Young ladies' faces and their feet.

Extinguished ashes do not blaze -

I mourn, but tears I cannot shed -

Soon, of the tempest which hath fled

Time will the ravages efface -