Alexander Pushkin

Morpheus

Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning For my forever painful love: Just blow out candles' burning And let my dreams in blessing move. Let from my soul disappear The separation's sharp rebuke! And let me see that dear look, And let me hear voice that dear. And when will vanish dark of night And you will free my eyes at leaving, Oh, if my heart would have a right To lose its love till dark of evening! Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

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