I think that thou wert born for this
To set the poet's vision burning,
To hold him in a trance of bliss,
And by sweet words to wake his yearning:
To charm him by those eyes that shine,
By that strange Eastern speech of thine,
And by thy feetthose tiny treasures!
Ah! thou wert born for languid pleasures
And glowing hours of bliss divine!
Eastern Song
written byAlexander Pushkin
© Alexander Pushkin