First Love

by Alexander Pushkin

Not at once our youth is faded,
Not at once our joys forsake us,
And happiness we unexpected
Yet embrace shall more than once;
But ye, impressions never-dying
Of newly trepidating Love,
And thou, first flame of Intoxication, --
Not flying back are coming ye!

Translators Notes:
These lines are taken from the Narrative Poem, The Prisoner of the Caucasus.