A work ("A farewell") by this Russian poet, born two hundred thirteen years ago today. You can read the original here.
One final time your gentle shape
In my thoughts I dare to caress;
And with heart's force these dreams rewake,
In timid, cheerless joy I shake,
And let to me your love regress.
Our years bring change and then our doom,
Like everything, so change we both;
For your sweet bard I see you groom'd,
Garbed greyly in sepulchral gloom,
For you a friend lost long ago.
So distant friend, now please accept,
From my young heart a last farewell:
A widowed spouse so now bereft,
Two friends embrace before they're cleft,
And one retreats to darkest cell.