Dry leaf trembling on the branches <br />Before the blast, <br />Poor heart quaking in the bosom <br />For woe thou hast; <br />Ah what matter if the wind then, <br />Withered leaf from blooming linden <br />Should scatter wide? <br />Would for this the twig or branches <br />Have wailing sighed? <br />And should the lad his fate upbraid, <br />Although he ignominious fade-- <br />And in an alien country die? <br />Will for him the beauteous maid <br />Complaining cry?<br /><br />Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-35/
