Fyodor Ivanovic Tyutchev

5 December 1803 – 27 July 1873 / Ovstug

The Last Love

Oh, how, in the ending years
Is love more tender and superstitious -
O shine! O shine, my parting rays
Of the evening sun, of the last heart wishes!

The darkness cuts half of the sky;
And only the West has the roving glow,
Oh, time of evening, do not fly!
Enchantment, be prolonged and slow!

Let blood in veins has a thinner staff,
But a heart preserves the gentle passion -
O you, my last and tender love,
You are my bliss and desperation.
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