To G Poem by Violet Klyukina

I want to see thy face again
Before the death of my exhausted soul,
Before the Gods take back this all -
From my cold breast this purest love and pain.

I cannot sleep eternal dream,
Because I still remember bright
Thine eyes of this magnetic beam,
That comes from thy majestic light.

And I will search for thee for all my life,
That is destroyed for e'er without thee;
And I will live with keenest knife
In my poor breast, where hope is dead to me…