Smock with silver stitched embroidery,
Breast—star-studded, shining galaxy!—
Head—set off by silver broidery,
Slender as a flower's calyx is.

Eyes—two lakes amid the wilderness,
Two God-given revelations,
In a face whose misty rosiness
Springs from War and Inspiration.

Angel—knowing—nothing—every thing!
Blade of grass—your hunger's comforted!
Father's child—how you resemble him!—
Angel likewise, he, and Combatant.

It may well be—all my excellence
Lies in strolling hand in hand with you.
—Pray tomorrow for our Regiments,
To Our Lady, named Kazanskaya!

5 July 1919