In Vain, And Yet With Ardent Hope... Poem by Nikolay Mikhailovich Yazykov
In Vain, And Yet With Ardent Hope...
In vain, and yet with ardent hope
I sought Svetlana's love;
In vain I sang and honored her
While sober and while drunk..
Then I perceived her fickle grace
Her shallow words and glances -
The wicked fire in me was quenched,
My head no longer spins!
My heart preserved its liberty,
I paid her ice with ice;
She is res publica, my friends,
And with her I will fight no more.
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