Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin - Three Springs lyrics

Three springs in life's unbroken joyless desert Mysteriously issue from the sands: The spring of youth, uneven and rebellious, Bears swift its sparkling stream through sunny lands; Life's exiles drink the wave of inspiration That swells the limpid fount of Castaly; But 'tis the deep, cold wellspring of oblivion That slakes most sweetly thirst and ecstasy.