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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Russia: Vol. XX.  1876–79.
 
Raszyn
The Battle-field of Raszyn
Casimir Brodzinski (1791–1836)
 
Translated by J. Bowring

A BALMY air is up, the night is still,
  The tired steeds graze upon the watery meads;
The willows bend their branches o’er the rill
  That angrily breaks through the impeding weeds.
 
The field is silent,—but that echoes lone,        5
  Roused by the swain from the dark cells awake;
The shifting clouds sweep o’er the steadfast moon,
  Who shoots her silver arrows o’er the lake.
 
Sweet moon! now watching yon fair conclave o’er,
  Not brightly thus thy pure and pale lamp shone,        10
When war’s black smoke had veiled thee; and its roar
  Rolled through the neighboring woods the deathful groan.
 
Then fled the villager his burning shed;
  The shrieking babes clung to their mothers’ breast,
Drums, clarions, cannon’s thundering; and the dead        15
  And tortured dying. Now, ’t is all at rest.
 
Where the blood flowed, now gleams the falling dew;
  The green grass grows, the grateful balmy hay
Is gathered in;—the laboring ox anew
  Ploughs for fresh harvests on his wonted way.        20
 
But all these mounds are tombs! the wild winds pass
  Mournfully, murmuring sorrow as they go;
The cicades have left the close-mown grass
  To sing their songs of exile and of woe.
 
Sad memory! the spirits of the dead        25
  Flit by me; shade is hurried after shade.
Here mangled corses lift their ghastly head,
  There shadowy arms wave high the gleaming blade.
 
But what dim shade is that, where sits the bird
  Of evening on the pensive alder-tree!        30
O’er rustling piles of armor sure I heard
  Him stalk; the wind wakes his harp’s harmony.
 
Shades of the friends I loved! how long, how long
  Will ye in bloody garments haunt this spot;
Around the tombs where sleep our fathers throng        35
  Clamoring for vengeance? Ah! we hear ye not.
 
 
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