e golden throne,
And some have passed away in blood and tears;

For many emperors have sought her grace
Since the first Constantine in sweeping cloak
Her seven hills with broad unhurrying pace
Measured, and rested not till Heaven spoke.

A haughty fatalist Byzantium waits
What chance the storing centuries bring forth:
Another lover almost at the gates,
Heralded by the cannon of the North,

A Northern King to wed the Eastern Queen,
An iron clasp to set the shining gem,
Thrice-changed Constantinople to be seen
The Jewel of a Russian diadem!

II
O Saint Sophia, where the footstep falls
Softly beneath the roofs of burnished gold,
Shields of the Caliphs hang upon thy walls,
Brand of bereaved dishonour ages old.

His charger raised on Christian corpses high,
--O ravished bride of Christianity!--
Here struck Mahomet's hand as he rode by,
And seared the lustre of the porphyry,

And, interrupted in the sacred feast,
Hearing the advent of the conqueror surge,
Into the wall miraculous the priest
Entered, and waits the summons to emerge.

So on that high and ceremonial day
When Russian Czar and prince, and Christian lord
Throng Saint Sophia in their packed array
To see the church's heritage restored,

When from mosaics re-established saints
Look down once more upon a Christian crowd,
And Echo startles into life, and faints
With rapture at Gregorian chanting loud,

And Mass magnificently moving on
Towards its climax, brings the moment near
After the lapse of many centuries gone
For Christ in priestly hands to reappear,

When the exultant organ's chord has ceased
And every head is bowed expectantly,
--Then at the altar the Byzantine priest
Shall hold aloft the Host triumphantly!

RESOLUTION

I SEE the work of others, and my heart
Sinks as my own achievement I compare.
--I will not be irresolute, nor despair,
But battle strongly for my struggling art

Convinced against conviction that my part
Equally with my masters I can bear;
Although their monuments are very fair,
Enriched with statues, and I stand apart

And gaze upon my little heap of stones
Which I was given to build with, very few
As yet laid into place, but I will lay

--Blind to these marble monuments and thrones,
Building as though I confidently knew
My ultimate end,--a stone in place each day.

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