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Why do I bid the rising gale	A
To waft me from your shore	B
Why hail I as the vultures hail	A
The scent of far off gore	B
Why wear I with defiant pride	C
The Paynim's badge and gear	D
Though I am vowed to Christ that died	C
And fain would staunch the gaping side	C
That felt the sceptic spear	D
And why doth one in whom there runs	E
The blood of Sclavic sires and sons	E
In those but find a foe	F
That onward march with sword and flame	G
To vindicate the Sclavic name	G
From the fringe of Arctic snows	H
To the cradle of the rose	H
Where the Sweet Waters flow	F
Strange But 'twere stranger yet if I	I
When Turk and Tartar splinters fly	I
Lagged far behind the van	J
While the wind dallies with my sail	A
Listen and you shall hear my tale	A
Then marvel if you can	J
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Nothing but snow A white waste world	K
Far as eye reached or voice could call	L
Motion within itself slept furled	K
The earth was dead and Heaven its pall	M
Now nothing lived except the wind	K
That moaning round with restless mind	K
Seemed like uncoffined ghost to flit	K
O'er vacant tracts that it might find	K
Some kindred thing to speak with it	K
Nothing to break the white expanse	N
No far no near no high no low	F
Nothing to stop the wandering glance	N
One smooth monotony of snow	F
I lifted the latch and I shivered in	O
My mother stood by the larch log blaze	P
My mother stately and tall and thin	O
With the shapely head and the soft white skin	O
And the sweetly sorrowing gaze	P
She was younger than you aye you who stand	K
In matron prime by your household fire	Q
A happy wife in a happy land	K
And with all your heart's desire	Q
But though bred like you from the proud and brave	R
Her hair was blanched and her voice was grave	R
If you knew what it is to be born a slave	R
And to feel a despot's ire	S
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She turned her round from the hearth like one	T
That hath waited long and said	K
Come hither and sit by me my son	T
For somehow to night doth remembrance run	T
Back to the days that are dead	K
And you are tall and stalwart now	U
And coming manhood o'er your brow	U
Its shadow 'gins to shed	K
Sit by me close ' and as I sate	K
Close close as I could sit	K
She took my hand and placed it flat	K
On hers and fondled it	K
Then with the same soft palm she brushed	K
My wind tossed locks apart	K
And kissing my bared temples hushed	K
The flow of love that else had gushed	K
Love loosened from my heart	K
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Listen you often have questioned why	I
Here 'neath this pale Siberian sky	I
You scarcely live I slowly die	I
That we dwell on but exiles here	V
In regions barren sunless drear	V
And have no more the power to fly	I
To brighter lands and bluer sky	I
Than some poor bird whom man's caprice	W
Hath tethered by a clanking chain	X
And leaves upon its perch in pain	X
To pine for ne'er to find release	W
This do you know and still have known	Y
Since first I taught your mouth to frame	G
The syllables of Poland's name	G
Even before my own	Y
But how could I to childhood's ears	Z
Or boyhood's tell the tale of tears	A2
That links me with the bygone years	Z
Tale steeped in rapture drenched with woe	F
A tale of wrong and loss and love	B2
That opens in the heavens above	B2
And ends in worse than hell below	F
A tale I only could impart	K
To mind mature and full grown heart	K
A tale to fill your larger life	C2
With hissing waters of distress	D2
And overflowing bitterness	E2
And set you with yourself at strife	C2
But you must hear it now The down	F2
Of manhood fringes lip and cheek	G2
Your temples take a richer brown	F2
And on your forehead buds the crown	F2
Of kingly thought that yet will speak	G2
Listen and let no faintest word	K
Of all I utter fall unheard	K
Upon your ear or heart	K
'Twill wring your youth but nerve it too	K
And what have I now left to do	K
But unveil tyranny to view	K
And wing the avenging dart	K
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So like to you The same blue eye	I
Same lavish locks same forehead high	I
But of a manlier majesty	K
His limbs like yours were straight and strong	H2
Yet supple as the bough in bud	K
For tyrants cannot tame the blood	K
Or noble lineage lose through wrong	H2
Its heritage of hardihood	K
And maybe since his years were more	V
And partly that you needs must bear	V
In every filial vein and pore	V
With his pure strain the base alloy	I2
Of that in you which is my share	V
Though you are tall and comely boy	I2
Yet he was taller comelier	V
In days that now but live in song	H2
When Rurik's hinds felt Poland's heel	J2
And Poland's horsemen cased in steel	J2
To Volo's plain were wont to throng	H2
A hundred thousand manes in strength	K2
And vowed if Heaven let fall the sky	I
To uphold it on their lance's length	K2
As 'twere a silken canopy	K
His sires were there in gallant trim	L2
Haught of mien and hard of limb	L2
Visors up and foreheads gashed	K
Swords that poised and swooped and flashed	K
Like the wings of the flaming Cherubim	L2
And when Imperial vultures tore	V
With banded beaks Sarmatia's breast	K
And wallowed in Sarmatia's gore	V
His fathers by their fathers swore	V
Ne'er to recede nor rest	K
Till they had pushed the watchful points	M2
Of vengeance in between the joints	M2
Of armour dear to tyrants pricked	K
Of conscience never hushed nor tricked	K
And made them feel what they inflict	K
Vow sternly kept but kept in vain	X
For ninety hoping hopeless years	Z
Poland hath known no couch save pain	X
No mate except the dull cold chain	X
Hath felt the lash and fed on jeers	N2
While Heaven it seems no longer hears	N2
The wail of prayers the drip of tears	A2
Or the voices of the slain	X
Thrice have her sons despite their gyves	A2
Essayed to sell their worthless lives	A2
At least against the price	A2
Of ruin on their gaolers brought	K
But each brave stroke hath come to nought	K
And blood and wounds and death have brought	K
Only fresh bootless sacrifice	A2
No blow was struck they did not share	V
No banner raised but straight they flew	K
For one more tussle with despair	V
And ever as they fought they fell	O2
Waxing still fewer and more few	K
Till only one remained to tell	O2
How they had passed away and dare	V
With front erect and unquelled stare	V
Those earthly ministers of hell	O2
One only of that kindred band	K
Like some last column gazing lone	Y
Across the bare and brackish sand	K
In a depopulated land	K
Telling of times and temples flown	Y
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He loved me Love in every clime	L2
Through all vicissitudes of time	L2
Is life's climacteric and prime	L2
Matched against it all boons that bless	A2
All joys we chase all good we prize	A2
All that of tender and sublime	L2
Expands the heart and fills the eyes	A2
Tastes pitiful and savourless	A2
It glorifies the common air	V
It clothes with light the mountains bare	V
And shows the heavens all shining there	V
It lifts our feet from off the ground	K
It lets us walk along the skies	A2
It makes the daily silence sound	K
With transcendental harmonies	A2
It rules the seasons Linnets sing	P2
As loud in winter as in spring	P2
When hearts are leal and love is king	P2
Bathed in its light the distance glows	A2
With all the colours of the rose	A2
Its vivid gaze blends far and near	V
In one delicious atmosphere	V
Projects the future from the past	K
And hugs the faith without a fear	V
Since love is all that all will last	K
The peevish voice of doubt grows dumb	L2
The demons of dejection flee	K
And even sordid cares become	L2
But a divine anxiety	K
Hope sails no more in far off skies	A2
But makes its nest upon the ground	K
And happiness coy wing that flies	A2
Too oft when mortal yearning woos	A2
At love's sweet summons circling round	K
Sits on the nearest bough and coos	A2
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Yes such is love in every land	K
If blest or curst enslaved or free	K
But how can they whose chainless hand	K
May stretch towards all they dream or see	K
Whose lungs exult whose lives expand	K
In air of bracing liberty	K
Feel love's delirium like to those	A2
Who of all other bliss bereft	K
And cooped from each hale wind that blows	A2
Fondle amid a world of foes	A2
The solitary friend that's left	K
Through whatso regions freemen roam	L2
They find a hearth t	K