Rhymes from the Russian

by Unknown

Shines thy soul, refreshed by woe.

FROM COUNT TOLSTOI.

BELIEVE IT NOT.

Believe it not, when in excess of sorrow

I murmur that my love for thee is o’er!

When ebbs the tide, think not the sea’s a traitor—

He will return and love the land once more.

I still am pining, full of former passion,

To thee, again, my freedom I’ll restore,

E’en as the waves, with homeward murmur flowing,