Poetry Tuesday: The Dream

Goin’ Russian on you’ asses. . . (I doubt the apostrophe is gangsta’, but couldn’t help it)

Aleksandr Pushkin
The Dream
Not long ago, in a charming dream,
I saw myself — a king with crown’s treasure;
I was in love with you, it seemed,
And heart was beating with a pleasure.
I sang my passion’s song by your enchanting knees.
Why, dreams, you didn’t prolong my happiness forever?
But gods deprived me not of whole their favor:
I only lost the kingdom of my dreams.

;o)