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 Into the blue Aegean through narrowest crevices pouring. O waves, O Serbian river! So centuries forfeit their traces, Even as billows are plunged far down in eternity's channels. Yet do thy pearly droplets caress the rock-ridden places Where are upreared the remains of thy nation's glorious annals. Yet, as the heavenly Phoenix, shall gladsome liberty glimmer; Blithely shall I abide where mournful is now my abiding. Yea, and upon the girth of ifs wings, our eagle, a-shimmer, 



is long since past. Not a soul still left in the tavern, Save for the agèd host, who, close to the fireside cowering, Fingers a bulky book. Without there is deadly stillness, And delicate drizzle of rain, and heavy darkness lowering.

