I gather motley flowers <br />And braid, braid a garland, <br />Sharp spears fall <br />At your victorious feet. <br /> <br />The sisters turn spindles <br />And spin, spin yarn. <br />Wild hops creep <br />Over fallen banners. <br /> <br />The cavalry flew by and vanished, <br />The storm thundered and hushed. <br />Lawlessness bore down, bore down - <br />Silence and light all around. <br /> <br />I stand in the middle of a mown field. <br />You stand beside me in shining armor. <br />I have found myself a Leader - <br />He is glorious and winged. <br /> <br />You will advance with a bold step, <br />Lead me into a new battle. <br />I will do whatever you want: <br />I am inseparable from you.<br /><br />Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-gather-motley-flowers/
