Scan 11

The violinist, 1903

28 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. Printed page 9. See the scan on archive.org.

1A Russian Legend

2By Rev. Kristofer Jansen

4The Russian forests murmur and wail,

5They have a secret to tell;

6A loving couple was riding there

7In the night's enchanting spell.

9Through shivering trees the moon-rays played,

10The peaks rose stern and gray;

11The son of the steppe sung out his love

12In a weird and wailing lay.

14Then stumbled the horse—a precipice!

15Down they fell, they shrieked and groaned,

16The wind howled scornfully 'among the rocks

17And from the ravine it moaned.

19But out of the moans the love song broke,

20As a tender, dying farewell;

21Then all grew calm. But the forests wail,

22They now have a secret to tell:

24Do not ride in the Russian forests

25When the stars are twinkling above;

26They will sprinkle on you their wailing sadness,

27The sadness of dying love.

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