YOU AND I
Out of my way now:
Black are my hands and damp is my clothing.
Only a miner am I, to-day noble thou;
Thou'rt from a palace, a hut is my dwelling.
Frigid's the cap I wear, with a visor on,
Orphans' lamenting prayers do not follow me;
Eaten up fields for them have hares of thine.
Heartless and soulless thou'rt, lightning smite thee!
I am from Bezkyd, thralldom and sorrow's son.
I slave in foundery, I slave in thy mine,
Gall seethes in my veins, but still I slave,
I catch thy logs on the foaming river's wave.
Black am I, poor am I, sweat pours from my brow,
Children in Bezkyd weep not on my account now.
Widows oppressed I not, nor did I seize their share,
And so a beggar am I, a noble thou to-day.
Did you arrive in the mountains? Then take care.
Frigid's my cap. Get thee out of my way.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1927. The author died in 1973, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 30 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works. |