Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning <br />For my forever painful love: <br />Just blow out candles' burning <br />And let my dreams in blessing move. <br />Let from my soul disappear <br />The separation's sharp rebuke! <br />And let me see that dear look, <br />And let me hear voice that dear. <br />And when will vanish dark of night <br />And you will free my eyes at leaving, <br />Oh, if my heart would have a right <br />To lose its love till dark of evening!<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morpheus/
