Apollon Nikolayevich Maykov

(1821 - 1897 / Moscow, Russia)

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The Aeolian Harp

The land lies parched in sun,- to heaven the air is still,
Hushed now upon the harp the golden strings' lost thrill;
Aeolian harps our native singers are,- and numb
Must be their heart, their dying life blood cease to flow,
Forever silent be their voice, if longer dumb
Their breath be suffocated in this sultry glow!
O if a Genius on tempest-pinions winging,
Stormed through our native land,- Spirit with freedom rife!
How jubilant would our Aeolian harps be ringing

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