BETA

Of One in Russia

Dove that of old fraught with the olive-spray 1
Toldest of earth arisen from the flood,2
And how the grove in ancient station stood,3
And badest man take courage and be gay ;4
Vain for new leaf this January day 5
To search the savage waste of Scythian wood ;6
Yet thither wend, of Clara’s ill or good 7
Bringing back tidings on thy westering way.8
Tell her the flame the brand should blithely fling 9
Dies on the hearth in ashes chill and drear,10
And season vainly lengthens unto Spring 11
Since she forsook the love that held her here,12
Sorrow and dread and many a joyless thing 13
Leaving in place of her that was so dear.14