SEE! From the Finland marshes there 'T is proud St. Isaac's rears in air, Pillar on pillar, that shining dome! And, just beyond its glorious swell, 'T is the slender spire of the Citadel Where great Czar Peter slumbers well All by the Neva's flood and foam, -- That lifts its cross till the golden bars Gleam and burn with the midnight stars! Taller than Luxor's shafts, and grander, Looms the pillar of Alexander Guarding the palace that fronts the square; And, out where the mist o'er Okhta flies, The towers of the Nevski Cloister rise, -- Shrine of the saint who, deathless, lies Circled with silver, and jewels rare; And Smolnoi's wealth of spangled blue Beams all the dusky distance through! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LADY POLTAGRUE: A PUBLIC PERIL by HILAIRE BELLOC UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |