Last Love
O, how in our waning days
We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . .
Shine on, shine on, the parting rays
Of our last love, our setting sun!
Shadow's embraced the heavens,
A glow still wanders in the West,-
Hold back, hold back, o dying day,
Prolong, prolong enchantment.
The blood may thin within our veins,
But in our hearts some tenderness still reigns. . .
O you, our final love!
You are both paradise and bane.
poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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