Not At All
by Alexander Pushkin
I Thought forgotten has the heart
Of suffering the easy art;
Not again can be, said I
Not again what once has been.
Of Love the sorrows gone were,
Now calm were my airy dreams. . . .
But behold! again they tremble
Beauty's mighty power before! . . .
Translator: Translated from the Russian, By Ivan Panin
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