Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. Russia: Vol. XX. 187679. | | | | Asiatic Russia: Siberia | | Siberia | | James Clarence Mangan (18031849) |
| | | IN Siberias wastes | |
| The ice-winds breath | |
| Woundeth like the toothéd steel; | |
| Lost Siberia doth reveal | |
| Only blight and death. | 5 |
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| Blight and death alone. | |
| No summer shines. | |
| Night is interblent with Day. | |
| In Siberias wastes alway | |
| The blood blackens, the heart pines. | 10 |
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| In Siberias wastes | |
| No tears are shed, | |
| For they freeze within the brain. | |
| Naught is felt but dullest pain, | |
| Pain acute, yet dead; | 15 |
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| Pain as in a dream, | |
| When years go by | |
| Funeral-paced, yet fugitive, | |
| When man lives, and doth not live, | |
| Doth not livenor die. | 20 |
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| In Siberias wastes | |
| Are sands and rocks. | |
| Nothing blooms of green or soft, | |
| But the snowpeaks rise aloft | |
| And the gaunt ice-blocks. | 25 |
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| And the exile there | |
| Is one with those; | |
| They are part, and he is part, | |
| For the sands are in his heart, | |
| And the killing snows. | 30 |
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| Therefore, in those wastes | |
| None curse the Czar. | |
| Each mans tongue is cloven by | |
| The North Blast, who heweth nigh | |
| With sharp scymitar. | 35 |
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| And such doom each drees, | |
| Till, hunger-gnawn, | |
| And cold-slain, he at length sinks there, | |
| Yet scarce more a corpse than ere | |
| His last breath was drawn. | 40 | | | |
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