Despoiled and blood-drenched by the foe <br />You rise before my eyes. <br />Many a hundred miles I'll go <br />To see your stirring skies. <br /> <br />When blossom from your apple-trees <br />Or leaves in autumn fall, <br />I'll go to you, though on my knees <br />Through rain and cold I'll crawl. <br /> <br />Today the heavy clouds of war <br />Enshroud your lovely face... <br />How are your towns I see no more? <br />Grim ruins take their place. <br /> <br />You wring your hands in grief and pain: <br />Where are my sons, my loyal guards? <br />In empty homesteads chill winds reign <br />And moles dig up the yards. <br /> <br />Over the Nieman night drags on <br />But it shall not last long. <br />I'll come to you one day at dawn <br />To soothe you with my song.<br /><br />Salomeja Neris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeland-8/
