NEAR Moskva's stream, through heath and forest gliding, Deep in a river-vale, by meadow green, Embowered in beech, a lonely church is seen, Like timid fawn in dewy thicket hiding. Above its roof a German crosslet, shining, Points to the pious serf his heavenward way; Around it spreads, bestrewn with blossoms gay, The field, where wearied hearts are safe reclining. O'er swelling graves, the bounding rabbit plays; All breathes of peace and gentleness around; Light steals the maiden by; subdued each sound; Even fainter glances there the evening blaze; There, nestling side by side, at twilight's close Soft coo the billing doves, and then repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD by ROBERT BROWNING SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE HERITAGE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY THE MOURNER A LA MODE by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY |