O, how in our waning days <br />We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . . <br />Shine on, shine on, the parting rays <br />Of our last love, our setting sun! <br />Shadow's embraced the heavens, <br />A glow still wanders in the West,- <br />Hold back, hold back, o dying day, <br />Prolong, prolong enchantment. <br />The blood may thin within our veins, <br />But in our hearts some tenderness still reigns. . . <br />O you, our final love! <br />You are both paradise and bane.<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-love-11/
