With the early rays to-morrow

Shall disappear your freedom's trace,

Go you will - but not with you

Longer go shall the bard of you.

He alas, the changing lodgings,

And the pranks of days of yore

Has forgot for rural comforts

And for the quiet of a home.

THE DELIBASH.

CROSS-FIRING behind the hills:

Both camps watch, theirs and ours;

In front of Cossaks on the hill

Dashes 'long brave Delibash

O Delibash, not to the line come nigh,

Do have mercy on thy life;

Quick 't is over with thy frolic bold,

Pierced thou by the spear shalt be

Hey, Cossak, not to battle rush

The Delibash is swift as wind;

Cut he will with crooked sabre

From thy shoulders thy fearless head.

They rush with yell: are hand to hand;

And behold now what each befalls:

Already speared the Delibash is

Already headless the Cossak is!

HYMN TO FORCE.

I am eternal!

I throb through the ages;

I am the Master

Of each of Life's stages.

I quicken the blood

Of the mate-craving lover;

The age-frozen heart

With daisies I cover.