Here you will find the Poem To A.C.S. of poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Afar--I fain, so much would tell thee! List to thee o'er and o'er when near; Yet passioned glances thou dost silence-- My words bind to my lips in fear. How, by mere homely speaking, can I E'en hope to captivate thine ears? I swear it would be food for laughter-- If it were not more fit for tears!
