So again we triumph! <br />Again we do not come! <br />Our speeches silent, <br />Our words, dumb. <br />Our eyes that have not met <br />Again, are lost; <br />And only tears forget <br />The grip of frost. <br />A wild-rose bush near Moscow <br />Knows something of <br />This pain that will be called <br />Immortal love.<br /><br />Anna Akhmatova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-again-we-triumph/
