And as it's going often at love's breaking, <br />The ghost of first days came again to us, <br />The silver willow through window then stretched in, <br />The silver beauty of her gentle branches. <br />The bird began to sing the song of light and pleasure <br />To us, who fears to lift looks from the earth, <br />Who are so lofty, bitter and intense, <br />About days when we were saved together.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-as-it-s-going/
