Svetislav Stefanović

“ But before death I like a spring shall stay,
Whence unto rivers potency hath flown;
Dread obstacles that in its course are sown,
Hold it not back,—o'er lands and towns its sway
It casts around with undiminished might:
And when the hour of my last breath is near,
To gaze upon my end I shall not fear.
I shall dissolve, and many a stainless tear
Shall be aquiver in that deathless light
With whose array my spirit is bedight.
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