S. B. f-Shtein
There is such love thatâ??s similar to smoke:
If it is bound â?? itâ??s intoxicating,
Receiving freedom â?? vanished, not awaitingâ?¦ ...
Among the worlds, the sparkling spheres,
The name of One Star only I repeat...
It's not because I love Her dearly
But just because I pine with others. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!