Semyon Yakovlevich Nadson. (№ 422878)

Oh, if only the word of fire
I received a gift from the muse,
How ruthless and harsh
I branded vice and malice!
I'm not given that word...
My weak voice is powerless,
My soul is ready to fight,
But there is no young power in it...
In the chest - barren sobbing,
In the mouth - a painful reproach,
And my heart crushes consciousness,
That I am a slave, not a prophet!