Alexander Pushkin — To My Nanny

Dear doting sweetheart of my childhood,

Companion of my austere fate!

In the lone house deep in the wild wood

How patiently for me you wait.

Alone beside your window sitting

You wait for me and blame the clock,

While, in your wrinkled hands, your knitting

Fitfully falters to a stop.

Beyond the crumbling gates the pinetrees

Shadow the road you watch so well.

Nameless forebodings, dark anxieties,

Oppress your heart. You cannot tell

What visions haunt you: Now you seem to see...