Afar--I fain, so much would tell thee! <br />List to thee o'er and o'er when near; <br />Yet passioned glances thou dost silence-- <br />My words bind to my lips in fear. <br />How, by mere homely speaking, can I <br />E'en hope to captivate thine ears? <br />I swear it would be food for laughter-- <br />If it were not more fit for tears!<br /><br />Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-c-s/
