Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy Poems

Do not believe, my dearest, when I say
That I no longer love you.
When the tide ebbs do not believe the sea -
It will return anew.
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Darkness descends
on Alpujara's golden land.
My guitar invites you,
come out my dear!
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If only I had known, had realised,
I would not have looked out of the window
as the dashing young man
rode along our street,
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Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish
I say my love for thee exists no more.
At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless;
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In hours of ebbing tide, oh trust not to the Sea!
It will come back to shore with redness of the morrow;
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Autumn 'tis! Our garden stands
Flowerless and bare,
Dizzy whirling yellow leaves
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I bless you, forests, valleys, fields, mountains, waters,
I bless freedom and blue skies.
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Burnt out is now my misery--
love's yearning
No more unspeakably torments my heart,
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Russia, O my Russia, hail!
Steeds as tempests flying,
Howling of the distant wolves,
Eagles high, shrill crying!
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My little almond tree
Is gay with gleaming bloom,
My heart unwillingly
Puts forth its buds of gloom.
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