And scrambling round the rampart, these same troops,
After the taking of the “Cavalier,”
Just as Koutousow’s most “forlorn” of “hopes”
Took, like chameleons, some slight tinge of fear,
Opened the gate called “Kilia,” to the groups
Of baffled heroes, who stood shyly near,
Sliding knee-deep in lately frozen mud,
Now thawed into a marsh of human blood.