text: " Still the Caspian calm reclining Seems to slumber on his shore; And impetuous Terek shining Murmurs in his ear once more:-- "Father hark! a priceless treasure-- Other gifts are poor to this-- I have hid to do thee pleasure-- I have hid in my abyss! Lo! a corse my wave doth pillow-- A Kazaichka[23] young and fair