The End of Cossack Freedom

It was once in Ukraine

The cannon roared;

There were once Zaporozhians,

They knew how to rule.

They ruled and begat.

Glory and freedom;

T^,is past, remain

But the gravemounds on the steppe.

They are high these mounds,

Dark as the hills,

And of that freedom, in hushed voice, They converse with the wind.

—Tara Shevchenko, ^tTvan Pidkova,” 1839