I’ve lived to see desire vanish, <br />With hope I’ve slowly come to part, <br />And I am left with only anguish, <br />The fruit of emptiness at heart. <br /> <br />Under the storms of merciless fate, <br />My worn and withered garland lies-- <br />In sadness, lonesome, I await: <br />How far away is my demise? <br /> <br />Thus, conquered by a tardy frost, <br />Through gale’s whistling and shimmer, <br />Late, on a naked limb exposed <br />A lonesome leaf is left to quiver!...<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-lived-to-see-desire-vanish/
