Thy devoted worshipper!
In some hour of careless bliss
Deign my bosom’s fire to prove;
Prove it with an icy kiss,—
Thou shalt know how much I love!
—From Sir John Bowring’s Specimens of the Russian Poets, Part I.
STANZAS
He whose soul from sorrow dreary,
Weak and wretched, naught can save,
Who in sadness, sick and weary,