Homage

Long since forgot,

Erased by new, tempestuous passion,

of tenderness 'twill leave you not

The lingering and sweet impression.

 

But in an hour of agony,

Pray, speak it, and recall my image,

And say, "He still remembers me,

His heart alone still pays me homage.

 

- Alexander Pushkin (c 1830)

Done