Alexander Pushkin


The Three Springs

by Alexander Pushkin

In the world's desert, sombre and shoreless
Mysteriously three springs have broken thro':
Of youth the spring, a boisterous spring and rapid;
It boils, it runs, it sparkles, and it murmurs.
The Castalian Spring, with wave of inspiration
In the world's deserts its exiles waters;
The last spring -- the cold spring of forgetfulness,
Of all sweetest, quench it does the heart's fire.



Copyright 1888
Translator: Translated from the Russian, By Ivan Panin
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