Ne'er will the birch, to greet the springtide, Be fresh adorned in leafy pride!
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
With what a heavy, heavy spirit From the earth's rustic lap I feel Again the joy of springtide odors- That once could make my spirit reel!
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
Their ecstasies are only the beginning of the complete discovery of ourselves; their writings are the purest diamonds in the prodigious treasure of humanity; and their thoughts have the immunity of Swedenborg's angels who advance continually towards the springtide of their youth, so that the oldest angels seem the youngest.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell