Baydary By Adam Bernard Mickiewicz

    Give wings unto the storm, and spurs to steed,            I’d move unchained as wind across the world,    Sweep onward like a torrent mountain-hurled,            Nor sea, nor height, nor valley pause to heed.    The twilight spreads a dimness o’er our speed,            And shows the diamond-stars from hoofs up-whirled,    Since daylight now her curtained blue has juried,            And mystery and magic shadows breed.     The…