It`s young she was and beautiful too,
A madonna for no man`s taking,
As bright as the sheen on the tranguil stream.
My heart was the nearer to breaking!
So carefree she was, as the faraway blue
A swan between sleeping and waking;
Who knows, but perhaps there was sadness too …
My heart was the nearer to breaking! …
But as she sang softly of love that is true,
My soul was in sympathy,
But passion was the nearer to breaking! …
Alexander Blok, 27. 07. 1898.