She Sings

She sing - and every impulse of her heart
She pours into those notes that she prolongs,
And all the burning diction of her songs
Flames with fire of passion and of art.

She sings - and youthful eyes with ardent zeal
Under her brows shine forth, than starts more bright...
How much of dauntless hope is in their light,
How many dreams of rapture they reveal!

Let her sing, and let her songs beguile,
And let those eyes of hers both flash and smile,
And let the fire of love within them blaze!

Yet, let her sing! Since for no second time
The golden spring will blossom thus sublime
And from her soul burst forth in vocal praise!

  --Boris Hrinchenko