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RUSSIAN MEMORIES

BY LOUISE BRYANT

I

Across my dream
Snow falls
And old bells chime.

One with a high white hat
Rides by.
My heart sways
To the motion of his horse. . . .

II

We have seen life together,
We have seen death
And the thread of our love
Is unbroken.

Now the seas lie between us
And more than the seas.

III

Is it Spring where you are, darling,
Spring with the music of melting snow?
Spring on the Russian Steppes
And Spring in your heart?

Last night I heard you
In my dream
Whistling a melody
From Prince Igor.

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