by Aleksandr Blok
Don't call. Without any summons
I'll reach the shrine.
And droop my head in even silence
To your feet fine.
I will your orders shyly listen
And will remain
To catch our meetings, short and instant,
And wish again.
I fell before your passions' power,
Before its wave,
Sometimes - a serf; sometimes - a lover;
Always - a slave.
Last updated January 14, 2019