Here you will find the Poem The Love Letter of poet Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Letter of love so strangely thrilling With all your countless wonder yet, Though Time our heart's hot fires have mastered, Bringing a pang of pained regret! The while your blest receiver holds you, His banished passions still rebel, No longer reason sacrifices His sentiment,--so then farewell! Destroyed be this love-token treasured! For if 'tis read when time has flown, Deep in the buried soul 'twill waken The torment vanished days have known. At first but a light scorn arousing For silly childishness,--at last With fiery yearning overwhelming, And jealousy for all the past. O Thou, from whom a myriad letters Speak with the breath of love to me, Though my gaze rest on thee austerely, Yet, yet,--I cannot part with thee! Time has revealed with bitter clearness How little thou with truth wert blessed, How like a child my own behaviour-- Yet, dear to me I still must save This flower scentless, without colour, From off my manhood's early grave!
