Sonnets from the Crimea/Tschatir Dagh (The Pilgrim)

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Adam Mickiewicz1232205Tschatir Dagh (The Pilgrim)1917Edna W. Underwood


(The Pilgrim)

Below me half a world I see outspread;

Above, blue heaven; around, peaks of snow;
And yet the happy pulse of life is slow,
I dream of distant places, pleasures dead.
The woods of Lithuania I would tread
Where happy-throated birds sing songs I know;
Above the trembling marshland I would go
Where chill-winged curlews dip and call o'er head.

A tragic, lonely terror grips my heart,
A longing for some peaceful, gentle place,
And memories of youthful love I trace.
Unto my childhood home I long to start,
And yet if all the leaves my name could cry
She would not pause nor heed as she passed by.