I wait for, full of thoughts provoking, <br />But not a gay and pretty wife, <br />Not the sincere and gentle talking <br />About the old time and life. <br /> <br />And not a mistress: I am bored <br />With languor whispers, languor looks, <br />And with delights, a lot and more, <br />And more tortures that I took. <br /> <br />I wait for him, who’s sent by Deities, <br />Who is my friend by sacred rights, <br />Because my heart has pined for centuries <br />For silence and for heaven’s heights. <br /> <br />And how wrong was he, the merciless, <br />Who lost eternity at once, <br />By taking for the iron fetters, <br />The dreams that were uniting us.<br /><br />Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-other-one/