FROM POLONSKI.
ON SKOBELEF.
He stood alone!Around, from East, from West,By Russia watched from far,A giant—nay! a god of war.Beneath the hostile fire he stoodUnmoved, in reckless hardihood.His snow-white vest on battle-fieldSeemed covered by St. Michael’s shield.And now his life is reft; that strengthBroken at length....
He stood alone!Around, from East, from West,By Russia watched from far,A giant—nay! a god of war.Beneath the hostile fire he stoodUnmoved, in reckless hardihood.His snow-white vest on battle-fieldSeemed covered by St. Michael’s shield.And now his life is reft; that strengthBroken at length....
He stood alone!Around, from East, from West,By Russia watched from far,A giant—nay! a god of war.Beneath the hostile fire he stoodUnmoved, in reckless hardihood.His snow-white vest on battle-fieldSeemed covered by St. Michael’s shield.And now his life is reft; that strengthBroken at length....
He stood alone!
Around, from East, from West,
By Russia watched from far,
A giant—nay! a god of war.
Beneath the hostile fire he stood
Unmoved, in reckless hardihood.
His snow-white vest on battle-field
Seemed covered by St. Michael’s shield.
And now his life is reft; that strength
Broken at length....