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IN the great Emperor’s courtyard He stood at his post on the paveme… He washed his face and dried it As the duck her wings in water. He washed his face with his tears.…
ALONG the hills lies the snow, But the streams they melt and flow… By the road the poppies blow– Poppies? Nay, scarlet though they… These are no flowers–the young rec…
Brother, whence comest thou? From beyond Dunai? What heardest thou in Ukraine? Nothing have I heard, Nothing have I seen
The wind blows through the oaks in… It dances through the fields. Beside the high-road it uproots T… And fells her to the ground. Why has she a slim, tall trunk?
HEAVILY hangs the rye Bent to the trampled ground; While brave men fighting die Through blood the horses bound. Under the white-stemmed tree
DECKED as a bride with charms She left her ancient isle To come unto my arms– I waited, mile on mile. A maiden ship, all gay
BURYING, burying Clods are we, clods we toss. The children weave flower garlands… For this or that dead one Or make a cross,
[It is the custom among Ukrainian… THE sun was drowning in the ocean… Red, red as blood; And in the crimson flood A young girl sewed a handkerchief…