English poem
[Resigned Love.]
by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin (1799–1837)
IV. 99.
Thee I loved; not yet love perhaps is In my heart entirely quenched But trouble let it thee no more; Thee to grieve with nought I wish. Silent, hopeless thee I loved, By fear tormented, now by jealousy; So sincere my love, so tender, May God the like thee grant from another.