Fyodor Sologub

“ With a stifling hotness parching all the valley,—
Evil dragon, lo, too speedy is thy rapture
O'er thy victory; for, compassing thy capture,
From my dark, deep quiver, poisoned barbs will sally.
With my bow before thee shall I stand, nor falter,
Dauntless to fulfil the doom that none can alter ”

“ E'en its delights where venom breeds!—
Earthy, untaught, I hold it dear.
The earth, the earth, ye men, revere,
Green secrets of its moistened weeds.
(iii.)
What delight,—from place to place
With uncovered feet to fare
And a scanty scrip to bear!
What delight,—from place to place
With austere and humble grace
To entwine a tuneful air!
What delight,—from place to place
With uncovered feet to fare.
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