'I am in Chains...'

Poem By Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I am in chains, O maiden-rose,
And yet, not shameful of these guards;
A nightingale, thus, - in dense laurels -
A feathered king of the woods' bards,
A proud and charming rose over,
In a sweet bondage - lives for long
And softly sings for her a song
Under a sensual night's cover.

Comments about 'I am in Chains...'

In a sweet bondage - lives for long And softly sings for her a song Under a sensual night's cover. very fine and very much original. tony


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