Here you will find the Poem Last Love of poet Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
O, how in our waning days We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . . Shine on, shine on, the parting rays Of our last love, our setting sun! Shadow's embraced the heavens, A glow still wanders in the West,- Hold back, hold back, o dying day, Prolong, prolong enchantment. The blood may thin within our veins, But in our hearts some tenderness still reigns. . . O you, our final love! You are both paradise and bane.
