The days drag on, each moment multiplies <br />Within my wounded heart the pain and sadness <br />Of an unhappy love and, dark, gives rise. <br />To sleepless dreams, the haunting dreams of madness <br />But I do not complain - instead, I weep; <br />Tears bring me solace, comforted they leave me. <br />My spirit, captive held by grief, a deep. <br />And bitter rapture finds in them, believe me. <br />Pass, life! Come, empty phantom, onward fly. <br />And in the silent void of darkness vanish. <br />Dear it to me my love's unending anguish; <br />If as I die I love, pray let me die.<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wish-48/
