Lying under a weird blue sky, Long ago in the Ukraine, I heard the cossacks canter by Across the twilit plain Chanting the mournful songs of old Through the strange hush of evening air That now go beating through my head In dull Trafalgar Square. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE NATURA NATURANS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AMORETTI: 65 by EDMUND SPENSER AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 32 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |