In Vain, Dear Friend
by Alexander Pushkin
In vain, dear friend, to conceal I tried
The turmoil cold of my grieving soul;
Now me thou knowest; goes by the intoxication.
And no longer thee I love . . .
Vanished for aye the bewitching hours,
The beautiful time has passed,
Youthful desires extinguished are
And lifeless hope is in my heart . . .
Translator: Translated from the Russian, By Ivan Panin
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