Of the Litvanian speech. He often led me
To the grey Niemen’s shores; from thence I joyed
To look upon my country’s well-loved mountains.
And when unto the castle we returned,
He dried my tears to waken no suspicion:
He dried my tears, but kindled in me vengeance
Against the Germans. I remember well
How, when we came again into the castle,
I sharpened secretly a knife, with what
Delight of vengeance cut I Winrych’s carpets,