by Alexander Pushkin
Mayhap not long am destined I
In exile peaceful to remain,
Of dear days of yore to sigh,
And rustic muse in quiet
With spirit calm to follow.
But even far, in foreign land,
In thought forever roam I shall
Around Trimountain mine:
By meadows, river, by its hills,
By garden, linden nigh the house.
Thus when darkens day the clear,
Alone from depths of grave,
Into the native hall flies
To espy the loved ones with tender glance.
In the original these lines are entitled, "To P. A. Ossipova."
Translator: Translated from the Russian, By Ivan Panin
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