Than in arms I loathe, like yours, ever lie!”
As she answered, so he fired—so she fell.
And her father, watching, moaned: “It is well,
“I die with thee, fairest maid of them all!”
And he dashed his white head ’gainst the wall.
Tolled the bells—wailing music cried aloud:
“Bonderivna, earth for aye is thy shroud!”
MARUSYA BOHUSLAVKA
(Duma)
On the Black Sea,
On a white rock,