Page:Poems, Alexander Pushkin, 1888.djvu/137

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Invocation.
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Nor to fathom the grave's mysteries,
Nor because at times I 'm worn
With gnawing doubt … but I sadly
Wish to say that still I love thee,
That wholly thine I am: hither come, О hither!


1828.