862 A. D. The Northmen enter Russia Rurik, Sineus and Truvor and their descendants found great cities RUSSIA I ✓ Pacting To R. N. Linscott Darkness broods over the east, Over the plain, the land of horses; But a blue-white light from the north He sits on his great white horse; He goes forth conquering and to conquer, A brood of lions follow him, Shaggy-haired, with broad golden manes; Founders of cities. In the depths of the steppe, The cities contend with each other for the mastery Upon the banks of broad golden rivers, Facing south-westward, The cities rise: Kiev with its golden domes On which there stands the Cross, Vladimir, Ryazan, Tver, Novgorod, Moscow. Lord Novgorod the great Looks to the north and east; The heroes go forth every morning At night about the wine-board 1224 A. D. The Tatars suddenly invade Russia II Out of the east Comes the great dawn; Red and fearful. From the south-east Runs a red horse; Foam drips from his bridle-bits, His hoof withers the grass. Russia pays tribute to the Khan of the Western Mongols Whose capital is on the Lower Volga Dark is the man He carries a great black sword With which to smite the people; He has power to take peace from the earth. Under the yoke The princes pass; Every day in the mills Each day rich tribute Goes to the Golden Horde. Down at Sarai Is the camp of the Khan; The oxen thither. Down at Sarai The great Khan sleeps, But the claws of his falcons Are fastened into the lion's throat. III Noonday within the east, Noonday and a loud sound of bells That the Third Rome is born. Out of the great red gates A golden cross is on his breast, With which to measure and fit the earth, A measure of wheat for a penny, And three measures of barley for a penny. But woe to thee, city of Pskov! Woe to thee, Lord Novgorod! The weight of the law of the Third Rome Woe to thee, people of Rus, Who set at nought the scales of law: North, east, south, west, you shall wander, : 1603 A. D. "The Troublous Times" Rise of the Romanov: Peter IV Darkness broods over the east, Far away to the west Out of the west there rides The horseman of the twilight, Whose name is Death. And he carries in his hand A lash of thongs; And he has power to slay With hunger. And the eagles of the west Pass after him; Sea-eagles unsated Fan with their dark wings his face. Darkness settles faster Upon the plain; But the man on the gaunt grey horse Rides on. |