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Rh H my lofty hills— Yet not so lofty But beautiful ye are. Sky-blue in the distance; Older than old Pereyaslav, Or the tombs of Vebla, Like those clouds that rest Beyond the Dnieper.

I walk with quiet step, And watch the wonders peeping out. Out of the clouds march silently Scarped cliff and bush and solitary tree; White cottages creep forth Like children in white garments, Playing in the valley's gloom. And far below our gray old Cossack, The Dnieper, sings musically Amid the woods. And then beyond the Dnieper on the hillside, The little Cossack church Stands like a chapel, With its leaning cross.

Long it stands there, gazing, waiting, For the Cossacks from the Delta; To the Dnieper prattles, Telling all its woe. From its green-stained windows, Like eyes of the dead, It peeps as from the tomb.