Here you will find the Poem I've Lived To See Desire Vanish of poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
I?ve lived to see desire vanish, With hope I?ve slowly come to part, And I am left with only anguish, The fruit of emptiness at heart. Under the storms of merciless fate, My worn and withered garland lies-- In sadness, lonesome, I await: How far away is my demise? Thus, conquered by a tardy frost, Through gale?s whistling and shimmer, Late, on a naked limb exposed A lonesome leaf is left to quiver!...
