Wish, A
by: Alexander Pushkin (1799 - 1837)
The days drag on, each moment multiplies
Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness
Of an unhappy love and, dark, gives rise.
To sleepless dreams, the haunting dreams of madness
But I do not complain - instead, I weep;
Tears bring me solace, comforted they leave me.
My spirit, captive held by grief, a deep.
And bitter rapture finds in them, believe me.
Pass, life! Come, empty phantom, onward fly.
And in the silent void of darkness vanish.
Dear it to me my love's unending anguish;
If as I die I love, pray let me die.
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Confession, A
I Loved You Once
I Loved You; and Perhaps I Love You Still
Night
Wondrous Moment
A Magic Moment To Remember
I Loved You
Winter Evening
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