Here you will find thePoemI've Lived To See Desire Vanishof poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
I?ve lived to see desire vanish, With hope I?ve slowly come to part, And I am left with only anguish, The fruit of emptiness at heart. Under the storms of merciless fate, My worn and withered garland lies-- In sadness, lonesome, I await: How far away is my demise? Thus, conquered by a tardy frost, Through gale?s whistling and shimmer, Late, on a naked limb exposed A lonesome leaf is left to quiver!...