Remembrance (Pushkin)

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Remembrance
When the loud day for men who sow and reapGrows still, and on the silence of the townThe insubstantial veils of night and sleep,The meed of the day's labour, settle down,Then for me in the stillness of the nightThe wasting, watchful hours drag on their course,And in the idle darkness comes the biteOf all the burning serpents of remorse;Dreams seethe; and fretful infelicitiesAre swarming in my over-burdened soul,And Memory before my wakeful eyesWith noiseless hand unwinds her lengthy scroll.Then, as with loathing I peruse the years,I tremble, and I curse my natal day,Wail bitterly, and bitterly shed tears,But cannot wash the woeful script away.

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