Love and Freedom
by Alexander Pushkin
Child of Nature and simple,
Thus to sing was wont I
Sweet the dream of freedom --
With tenderness my breast it filled.
But thee I see, thee I hear --
And now? Weak become I.
With freedom lost forever
With all my heart I bondage prize.
In the original this poem is called,
To Countess N. V. Kotshubey.
Translator: Translated from the Russian, By Ivan Panin
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