Translation:At my Moscow home how the domes do shine!..

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At my Moscow home how the domes do shine! At my Moscow home how the bells do chime! And behold, in rows every tomb and shrine Where the ladies sleep, and the lords

Little knowest thou that the Kremlin air Is of all the world’s marvellously fair! Little knowest thou that my morning prayer Reaches out to thee, ere it dawns

And thou passest nigh quays of thy Neva As I stand, head bent, over the Moskva And the evening lamps, overlooking, are Winking sleepily at the floats

And I love thee for all my sleepless nights And I heed thee for all my waking eyes As I stand here, lorn, near the Kremlin dikes To the morning bells calling oft …

But as rivers two will not ever meet So the hands of you mine will never greet We are sundered like as two dawns, my Sweet Lest they ever both be aloft

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