St Petersberg In Winter
Frozed up; but unappealing
To no eye, waited to be
Becharmed; bewitched! See!
Through this fame in snow's feature.
Holy, high-domed; the east o'er
Exalted more'oer.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2022
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