"In Siberia’s wastes The ice-wind’s breath Woundeth like the toothèd steel; Lost Siberia doth reveal Only blight and death.Blight and death alone. No Summer shines. Night is interblent with Day. In Siberia’s wastes alway The blood blackens, the heart pines.In Siberia’s wastes No tears are shed, For they freeze within the brain. Naught is felt but dullest pain, Pain acute, yet dead;Pain as in a dream, When years go by Funeral-paced, yet fugitive, When man lives, and doth not live, Doth not live—nor die.In Siberia’s wastes Are sands and rocks. Nothing blooms of green or soft, But the snow-peaks rise aloft And the gaunt ice-blocks.And the exile there Is one with those; They are part, and he is part, For the sands are in his heart, And the killing snows.Therefore, in those wastes None curse the Czar. Each man’s tongue is cloven by The North Blast, who heweth nigh With sharp scymitar.And such doom each drees, Till, hunger-gnawn, And cold-slain, he at length sinks there, Yet scarce more a corpse than ere His last breath was drawn."
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"Siberia" in The Nation (April 1846)
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James Clarence Mangan
(né James Mangan; Irish: Séamus Ó Mangáin; 1 May 1803 – 20 June 1849), was an Irish poet.
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