Here's a piece from Russia's great Romantic poet from the 19th century... 1821 I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleanings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb- I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still. | ||
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