FROM yonder gilded minaret Beside the steel-blue Neva set, I faintly catch, from time to time, The sweet, aerial midnight chime -- "God save the Tsar!" Above the ravelins and the moats Of the white citadel it floats; And men in dungeons far beneath Listen, and pray, and gnash their teeth -- "God save the Tsar!" The soft reiterations sweep Across the horror of their sleep, As if some demon in his glee Were mocking at their misery -- "God save the Tsar!" In his Red Palace over there, Wakeful, he needs must hear the prayer. How can it drown the broken cries Wrung from his children's agonies? -- "God save the Tsar!" Father they called him from of old -- Batuschka! . . . How his heart is cold! Wait till a million scourged men Rise in their awful might, and then -- God save the Tsar! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 48. AL-WADOOD by EDWIN ARNOLD THE UNSEEN WORLD by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS ODE TO HEALTH by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE |