Bound for your distant home <br />you were leaving alien lands. <br />In an hour as sad as I’ve known <br />I wept over your hands. <br />My hands were numb and cold, <br />still trying to restrain <br />you, whom my hurt told <br />never to end this pain. <br /> <br />But you snatched your lips away <br />from our bitterest kiss. <br />You invoked another place <br />than the dismal exile of this. <br />You said, ‘When we meet again, <br />in the shadow of olive-trees, <br />we shall kiss, in a love without pain, <br />under cloudless infinities.’ <br /> <br />But there, alas, where the sky <br />shines with blue radiance, <br />where olive-tree shadows lie <br />on the waters glittering dance, <br />your beauty, your suffering, <br />are lost in eternity. <br />But the sweet kiss of our meeting ...... <br />I wait for it: you owe it me .......<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bound-for-your-distant-home/
