by Alexander Pushkin
I think that thou wert born for this-
To set the poet's vision burning,
To hold him in a trance of bliss,
And by sweet words to wake his yearning:
To charm him by those eyes that shine,
By that strange Eastern speech of thine,
And by thy feet-those tiny treasures!
Ah! thou wert born for languid pleasures
And glowing hours of bliss divine!
Last updated January 14, 2019