Author Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin Lily, Lily! I am sighing With despair and hopeless woe. I’m tormented and I’m dying, And my soul has lost its glow, But my love evoked no pity: You consider me pathetic. Keep on laughing: you are pretty Even when unsympathetic. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments