
A rider before Kazan intends to cross a shallow flood on Argamack, then looks back to find that his warriors have all sunk in the morass. The closing lament describes horse and man buried in the abyss, unable to hear the maidens speaking of them from prison windows.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Narrative Poetry, War Poetry, Elegiac Poetry · 218 words
Black are the moors before Kazan, / And their stagnant waters smell of blood: / I said in my heart, with horse and man, / I will swim across this shallow flood.
Under the feet of Argamack, / Like new moons were the shoes he bare, / Silken trappings hung on his back, / In a talisman on his neck, a prayer.
My warriors, thought I, are following me; / But when I looked behind, alas! / Not one of all the band could I see, / All had sunk in the black morass!
Where are our shallow fords? and where / The power of Kazan with its fourfold gates? / From the prison windows our maidens fair / Talk of us still through the iron grates.
mounted warriors · morass · drowning · imprisonment · military disaster · lament
The Siege of Kazan is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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