Here you will find the Poem It's There, Still There of poet Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
It's there, still there, a past love's madness, Dull pain and longing my heart fill. Your image, hid amid the shadows Of memory, lives in me still. I think of it with endless yearning, 'Tis e'er with me though from me far, Unreachable, unchanged, bright-burning As in the sky of night a star...