English poem
[Home-Sickness.]
by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin (1799–1837)
III. 131.
Mayhap not long am destined I In exile peaceful to remain, Of dear days of yore to sigh, And rustic muse in quiet With spirit calm to follow.
But even far, in foreign land, In thought forever roam I shall Around Trimountain mine: By meadows, river, by its hills, By garden, linden nigh the house.
Thus when darkens day the clear, Alone from depths of grave, Spirit home-longing Into the native hall flies To espy the loved ones with tender glance.
1825.