Last Love
April 30, 2008
Love at the closing of our days
is apprehensive and very tnder.
Glow brighter, brighter, farewell rays
of one last love in its evening splendor.
Blue shade takes half the world away:
through western clouds alone some light is slanted.
O tarry, O tarry, declining day,
enchantment, let me stay enchanted.
The blood runs thinner, yet the heart
remains as ever depp and tender.
O last belated love, thou art
a blend of joy and of hopeless surrender.
Fyodor Tyutchev (1803-73)
translated from Russian by Vladimir Nabokov
Keywords: Wedding Vows and Sayings, Weddingblog, Wedding
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