FROM POLONSKI.
John Pollen translation
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 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....