Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Here you will find the Poem The High Road In Winter of poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

The High Road In Winter

Between the rolling vapours 
The moon glides soft and bright; 
Across the dreary fallows 
She casts a mournful light. 

Along the wintry high road 
A troika moves fleet; 
Its little bells are ringing 
One silver tone and sweet. 

Some echo of my country 
The driver's song recalls? 
The memory of love yearnings 
And noisy bacchanals. 

No lights, no black-roofed dwellings? 
Silence and snow ... I see 
For mile on mile the road-posts 
In striped monotony.