Thou speakest,—silent the submissive wave;
Man’s shattered ship the rushing waters fill,
And the hushed billows roll across his grave.
Sourceless and endless God! Compared with Thee,
Life is a shadowy, momentary dream,
And Time, when viewed through Thy eternity,
Less than the mote of morning’s golden beam.
—From Sir John Bowring’s Specimens of the Russian Poets, Part I.
ERMÁK
How strange a sight is this I see,