ABOVE each gate a blessed saint Asks favor of the skies, And the hosts of the foe do fail and faint At the gleam of their watchful eyes; And Pole and Tartar and haughty Gaul Flee, dismayed, from the Kremlin wall. Here lie our ancient czars, asleep, -- Ivan and Feodor, -- While loving angels round them keep Sweet peace forevermore! Only when Easter bells ring loud, They sign the cross beneath the shroud. O, Troitsa's altar is divine, -- St. Sergius! hear our prayers! And Kieff, Olga's lofty shrine, The name of "The Holy" bears; But Moscow blends all rays in one, -- They are the stars, and she the sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WINTER NIGHT by CH'IEN WEN OF LIANG WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER RIFLEMAN FORM! by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM ASPIRATIONS: 11 by MATHILDE BLIND IT'S A LONG WAY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE TO THE DECEASED AUTHOR, UPON THE PROMISCUOUS PRINTING OF HIS POEMS by THOMAS BROWNE |