Poems (Proctor)/Kazan

by Edna Dean Proctor

KAZAN.

Kazan looks down from the Volga wall,
 Bright in the darkest weather;
And the Christian chime and the Moslem call
 Sound from her towers together.

Shrine of the Golden Horde was she;
 Boast of the proud Bokhara;
And her fame was wafted over the sea,
 And sung in the far Sahara.

Woe to her Faith and her turbaned Lord:
 The Cross and the Russ were stronger;
Her splendors now are the Czar's reward,
 And her Khans are kings no longer!

Yet still she looks from the Volga wall,
 Bright in the darkest weather;
And the Christian chime and the Moslem call
 Sound from her towers together.