Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/What is life worth…?
What is life worth without ecstasy's hours,
Void of those frenzies that men in their coldness.
Christen transgression and overboldness?
Such life is as autumn-tide sodden with showers.
There is no sunlight, that shimmers and glows,
There is no blossom, that fragrances spreads,
Only a wind o'er the desolate beds,
In a piercing monotony blows.
But life is like unto spring-tide, when love
And suffering both in its ken it enfolds,
When it plucks at the stars in the azure above.
Glitter and warmnese and fragrant smells
Are the bounteous guerdons that this life holds—
All things, whose fountain from raptures of God upwells.