Enchanted by it,
He sat there rapt and clear of eye,
Untouched by sleep. The night was qui(
He never heard it winging by.
Now dawn’s bright glow the heavens graces...
With rueful smile Ruslan embraces
The mage, and, full of gratitude,
The cave leaves in a hopeful mood.
He leaps into the saddle deftly,
Grips with his legs the whinnying steed,
And with a whistle moves off swiftly.
“Be with me, Father, in my need!”
He cries. “Farewell!” Across the clearing
The answer carries, his heart cheering:
“Forgive your bride and love her, heed
My counsel, knight! Farewell! Godspeed
 
 

RUSLAN AND LYUDMILA: CANTO THE SECOND

You whose swords clash in contest gory,
Persist in your dread rivalry;
Pay tribute full to sombre glory
And relish hate and enmity!
Let the world, gaping at your deadly
Encounters, freeze-know: none will try
To interfere; more-none will, sadly,
Of pity for you breathe a sigh.
You who compete in different fashion,
Of the remote Parnassian heights
The mettlesome and valiant knights,
Fence if you must, but with discretion,
From vulgar bickering refrain:
The herd ‘twill only entertain.
And as for you, by tender passion
Made bitter rivals, pray remain
On cordial terms-for he who’s fated
To win a maid’s love this will do
Though all mankind should lay plans to
Keep the two lovers separated....
Why fume?-It’s silly and a sin.
When bold Rogdai, his heart with dim
But chilling boding filled, had parted
From his companions three and started
Across a lonely tract of land,
As he rode swiftly o’er the woody
And silent plain, on his ills brooding,
The hapless youth could ill withstand,
So troubled were his thoughts, so painful,
The Evil Spirit’s taunting baneful,
And whispered: “Smite I shall and kill!
Bewar Ruslan, Ludmila will
Weep over you, I swear!...” And turning
His steed about, down dale, up hill
He galloped, for sweet vengeance yearning
 
Meanwhile, Farlaf, that fearless soul,
Had spent in sleep the morning whole,
And then, from noon’s hot rays well sheltered,
Beside a brook himself he settled
To dine and thus to fortify
His moral fiber. By and by
He saw a horseman in the mead
Toward him charging. Disconcerted,
The knight with quite uncommon speed
His food and all his gear deserted,
His mail, his helmet, and his spear,
And ‘thout a backward glance went flying
Off on his horse. “Stop, wretch, you hear!
The other cried, to halt him trying.
“Just let me catch you, and you’re dead-
I’ll make you shorter by a head!”
Farlaf, who found the voice belonged
To bold Rogdai, his rival, longed
The more — quite wisely-to be gone
And his horse lashed and goaded on.
So will a rabbit, danger scenting,
Stop short, and, to escape attempting,
Ears folded, by great leaps and bounds
O’er lea, wood, mound, run from the hounds.
Where passed the chase in all its glory
Spring had the snows of winter hoary
Into great, muddy torrents thawed,
And these at earth’s breast ceaseless gnawed.
 
Farlaf’s horse, now a wide ditch facing,
His tail shook mightily, and, bracing
Himself, in his teeth took the bit
And leapt across, nor was a whit
The worse for it. Not so his timid
And far less nimble rider who
Rolled down, head over heels, on to
The mud, and lay there, floundering in i
And waiting to be slain.... Rogdai
Storms up, a wrathful vision. “Die,
Poltroon!” he roars, and his swwd raises,
But then is brought up short; his gaze is
Fixed on his foe. Farlaf! Dismay,
Surprise, vexation, rage display
Themselves on his face. His teeth grinding
He swears aloud. We see him riding
Away in haste, inclined to laugh
Both at himself and at Farlaf.
 
Soon on a pathway upward winding
He met a hag with snowy hair,
A feeble, bent old thing. “Go there!”
She quavered, “That’s where you will find him!”
And with her staff she pointed north.
Rogdai felt cheered; nay, more-elated.
Quite unaware that death awaited
Him up ahead, he started forth.
 
And our Farlaf? Upon his bed
Of mud we see him breathless lie.
“Where has my rival gone? Am I
Alive,” he asks himself, “or dead?”
Then suddenly from overhead
A voice comes-it is hoarse, deep-soundins
“Rise, stalwart mine, all’s calm around you,”,
The crone says.