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The Song of Igor's Campaign,
Igor son of Svyatoslav and grandson of Oleg.

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Svyatoslav's
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And Svyatoslav saw a troubled dream
in Kiev upon the hills:
"This night, from eventide,
they dressed me, "he said, "with a black
pall
on a bedstead of yew.
They ladled out for me
blue wine mixed with bane. From the empty quivers
of pagan tulks
they rolled great pearls
onto my breast,
and caressed me.
Already the traves
lacked the master-girder
in my gold-crested tower!

All night, from eventide,
demon ravens croaked.
On the outskirts of Plesensk
there was a logging sleigh,
and it was carried to the blue sea!"

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