WHEN the Hetman John Swiergowski To the Turks became a prey; There they slew the gallant chieftain, They cut off his head that day. Their trumpets they blew, and his head on a spear They set, and they mocked him with jest and with jeer. Yonder see a cloud descending, Ravens gathering on the plain, Gloom above Ukrania spreading; She mourns and weeps her hetman slain; Then fierce o'er the wide plain the mighty winds blew, "O, answer, what did ye with our hetman do?" Then black eagles soared past, screaming, "Where did you make our hetman's grave?" And larks rose up to heaven streaming, "Where did ye leave our hetman brave?" "Where by Kilia's fair city the tomb stands high, On the Turkish line doth your hetman lie." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 26 by JAMES JOYCE TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |