Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Russia: Vol. XX. 1876–79. | | | | Baidar | | Baidar Gate | | Edna Dean Proctor (1829–1923) |
| | | O BAIDAR GATE! lone Baidar Gate! | |
| What glories by thy portals wait!— | |
| Beyond the pines, wide-boughed and old, | |
| Cliffs such as climb in Alpine hold; | |
| Above, the blue Crimean sky | 5 |
| Where, in still noons, the eagles fly, | |
| And poise as if ’t were bliss to be | |
| Becalmed upon that azure sea! | |
| Below, the Euxine with its sails | |
| Fanned by the cool Caucasian gales; | 10 |
| And, all between, the glen, the glade, | |
| Where Tartar girls their tresses braid, | |
| And slopes where silver streamlets run, | |
| And grapes hang, purple, in the sun. | |
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| And when, within the wood-fire’s glow, | 15 |
| Fond friends tell tales of long ago, | |
| And each recalls some lovely scene | |
| By mountain pass or meadow green, | |
| If they shall turn and ask of me, | |
| The rarest glimpse of earth and sea, | 20 |
| I ’ll say, with memory’s joy elate, | |
| “’T is Baidar Gate! ’t is Baidar Gate!” | | | | |
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