09.08.2014, 13:50
VRONSKY TO ANNA KARENINA
Lo ! I alone have seen her secret soul,
And heard the fevered beating of her heart,
And felt its lonely longing for the whole
Of love ; her pain is mine ; the aging smart
That burns a life to ashes, and o'erweighs
All conscious moments with a load of woe
I too have felt ; Yea ! when her anguish prays
For quick destruction, and she weeps to go
Into the wifeless country, I assist
Her desperate intention with a prayer
Strong as her own ; her wish is mine ; the gist
Of her desire breathes round me in the air ;
Of all men unto me alone she shows
How her wrought soul with love and sorrow glows.
Lo ! I alone have seen her secret soul,
And heard the fevered beating of her heart,
And felt its lonely longing for the whole
Of love ; her pain is mine ; the aging smart
That burns a life to ashes, and o'erweighs
All conscious moments with a load of woe
I too have felt ; Yea ! when her anguish prays
For quick destruction, and she weeps to go
Into the wifeless country, I assist
Her desperate intention with a prayer
Strong as her own ; her wish is mine ; the gist
Of her desire breathes round me in the air ;
Of all men unto me alone she shows
How her wrought soul with love and sorrow glows.