Stone Guardian. Series "St. Petersburg Stories"

O city, city of fateful fame!
With singer of your grand, fair frame,
Your age-old ramparts mighty claim,
Your soldiers, horses full of flame,
And all the martial, bold game,
By sweetly stringed lyre caught in thrall,
I dont dispute: youre beautiful
In silent midnights moonless pall,
In proud commotions bustling pull!