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At night, When my mother lay down a horde
Steppe and bridges,
In the dark field, we were with you. –
Did you know?
Before Don dark and sinister,
Amid the night fields,
I heard Your voice prophetic heart
The cries of swans.
From midnight cloud offered up
The prince's army,
And away, the distance of the stirrup fought,
mother mourned.
AND, drafting circles, night bird
fluttered away.
A quiet lightning over Russia
Prince kept.
Eagles screech of Tatar state
threatened calamity,
A cleaned mist Nepryadva,
What princess veil.
And with fog over Nepryadva sleeping,
Right at me
you went, clothing light streaming,
No horse spugnuv.
Silver waves flashed a Friend
On a steel sword.
Refreshed dusty armor
On my shoulder.
And when the morning, black cloud,
moved horde,
I was to shield your face without hands
bright forever.
14 June 1908
