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!
These lines are taken from the Narrative Poem,
The Prisoner of the Caucasus.
Translator: Translated from the Russian, By Ivan Panin
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