One need not be pessimistic about the future of Russian music. It is an outlook that is rich and full of promise. Already one can see the gratifying indications of a growing interest in the native art. The composers of the past generation have given it an impulse that will take Russia to the foremost ranks of musical achievement. Her period of imitation and adaptation is past. In the wake of her literature, that has made its influence felt throughout the West, is now flowing the tide of Russia's music.
Mr. Rienzi's second article on "Music in Russia" will treat the development of Russian music and will appear in the March issue of "The Russian Review"—Ed.
The Sail.
By M. J. Lermontov.
Rendered into English verse by Alice Stone Blackwell.
A lone white sail on the horizon
Upon the azure sea doth stand.
What seeks he in this foreign region?
What left he in his native land?
The whistling breeze the mast is bending,
The playful waves around him rise.
Ah! not for happiness he searches,
And not from happiness he flies.
The sun is bright as gold above him,
Light spray below, a snowy fleece;
But he, rebellious, seeks the tempest,
As though the storms could bring him peace!
