Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Russia: Vol. XX. 1876–79.
America to Russia
By Oliver Wendell Holmes (18091894)T
The worlds of East and West,
Still beats the selfsame human heart
In each proud nation’s breast.
And dares the howling blast
To clasp more close the golden chain
That long has bound them fast.
In vain the billows roar
That chafe the wild and stormy steep
Of storied Elsinore.
In Neva’s flashing tide,
With greetings on her cannon’s lip,
The storm-god’s iron bride!
Her thunder-bearing tower,
And plants before her cleaving prow
The sea-foam’s milk-white flower.
To fill her sunless hold,
Not rich Nevada’s gleaming ore
Its hidden caves infold;
She floats the depths above,
A breath of flame to lend her wings,
Her freight a people’s love!
In war’s long winter night,
One ray still cheered our straining eyes,
The far-off Northern light!
From lights that glow afar,
Those clustered lamps of Heaven that burn
Around the Western Star.
We bear across the sea,
O Neva of the banded isles,
We moor our hearts in thee!