Rhymes from the Russian

by Unknown

Thy sorrow of soul would be stilled,

Thy murmur of doubting would cease!

I would breathe forth my life, my beloved,

As I told all my pain for thy sake;

And, bursting in passionate song,

My heart in its fulness would break.

FROM E. KYLAEF.

BILLOWS.

Rushing on, rushing on, speed the billows uproarious,

Breathing hard o’er the depths of the sea;