New line, “according to our plans,” due west
of Riga.
To her who knows how Bulgars’ palms are Greeced,
Send greeting suited to a Royal Queen—oh!
And bid her give her brother’s love at least
To Tino.
To Enver write: “Since some of you seem lost
And some of you don’t seem to know quite where ’e are.
I’ve squared at—well—at never mind the cost,