A SUMMER'S NIGHT.
Reading edition
[Translated literally from the original Polish of Count S. Krasinski, by Prof. Podbielski; prepared for The Continental by Martha Walker Cook.]
'O'er this sad world Death folds his gloomy pall, Bright buds hatch worms, flowers die, and woe shrouds all.' Malizewski.
'Oh, look on me, my fellow countrymen, From the same Fatherland! On me, so young, Passing o'er the last road, gazing for the last time On Helios—to see him rise no more for ever! In his cold cradle Death rolls all asleep; Me living he conducts to his black shores; Me wretched! unbetrothed! upon whose ears No bridal chant has ever hymned its joys, Stern Acheron alone calls to his side, And Death must be my icy Bridegroom now!' Sophocles: Antigone.