Field scene (Tarnowski, "Went in morning spring")

Went in morning spring, Man through the fields With clean fiery brow, Full of sowing like a plow … However not so merry, As these spring voices As falcons in clouds, On one's rocks half-drowsy … And he went by field from forest, To great stone, Which there lay from time Of older generation!... Under this stone without sign, The suicide rested, Old stone in rose bush To half hid, And young man looks, In around the stone dances Children full of easy manners Which here look after cattles!... They join little hands, With poppy in hair, la, la, la! Boys and girls, In around the stone la, la, la!... And he stood, looked, hears – How this circle sang, He went further – among silence, Sky before him thundered!...