THE poor soldiers have no rest, Neither night nor day! Late at evening the word was given To the soldiers gay; All night long their weapons cleaning, Were the soldiers good, Ready in the morning dawn, All in ranks they stood. Not a golden trumpet is it, That now sounds so clear: Nor the silver flute's tone is it, That thou now dost hear. 'T is the great white Tzar who speaketh, 'T is our father dear. Come, my princes, my Boyars, Nobles, great and small! Now consider and invent Good advice, ye all! How the soonest, how the quickest, Fort Azof may fall? The Boyars, they stood in silence. And our father dear, He again began to speak, In his eye a tear: Come, my children, good dragoons, And my soldiers all, Now consider and invent Brave advice, ye all, How the soonest, how the quickest, Fort Azof may fall? Like a humming swarm of bees, So the soldiers spake, With one voice at once they spake: "Father, dear, great Tzar! Fall it must! and all our lives Thereon we gladly stake." Set already was the moon, Nearly past the night; To the storming on they marched, With the morning light; To the fort with bulwarked towers And walls so strong and white. Not great rocks they were, which rolled From the mountains steep; From the high, high walls there rolled Foes into the deep. No white snow shines on the fields, All so white and bright; But the corpses of our foes Shine so bright and white. Not up-swollen by heavy rains Left the sea its bed; No! in rills and rivers streams Turkish blood so red! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN TO A WOMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE by AMELIA OPIE TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ALFRED TENNYSON BRUCE: JAMES OF DOUGLAS by JOHN BARBOUR A SABBATH MORNING AT SEA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |