I loved thee; and perchance until this moment <br />Within my breast is smouldering still the fire! <br />Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal, <br />Nothing shall rouse again the old desire! <br /> <br />I loved thee with a silent desperation-- <br />Now timid, now with jealousy brought low, <br />I loved devoutly,--with such deep devotion-- <br />Ah may God grant another love thee so! <br /> <br /> <br />Another Translation: <br /> <br />I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet <br />To die down thoroughly within my soul; <br />But let it not dismay you any longer; <br />I have no wish to cause you any sorrow. <br />I loved you wordlessly, without a hope, <br />By shyness tortured, or by jealousy. <br />I loved you with such tenderness and candor <br />And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-love-thee-7/
