By gates of an abode, blessed, <br />A man stood, asking for donation, <br />A beggar, cruelly oppressed <br />By hunger, thirst and deprivation. <br />He asked just for a peace of bread, <br />And all his looks were full of anguish, <br />And was a cold stone laid <br />Into his stretched arm, thin and languished. <br />Thus I prayed vainly for your love, <br />With bitter tears, pine and fervor, <br />Thus my best senses, that have thrived, <br />Were victimized by you forever!<br /><br />Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beggar-8/
