M.U. Lermontov
We've parted, but I still retain
Your portrait resting on my breast:
It makes me happy once again
As a pale ghost of the past.
Enslaved by newer passions, I
Kept loving it the same; this way
Forsaken shrines keep being shrines,
And fallen gods still make you pray.
1837
(Translated by Yevgeniy Sokolovskiy)