Стихотворение
ТО COUNTESS FIEQUELMONT
Козлов И. И.

In desert blush'd a rose, its bloom
So sweetly bright: to desert smiled;
Thus are by thee, my heavy gloom,
And broken heart from pain e'er wiled.

Let, oh let heaven smile on thee
Still more beloved, and still more charming,
Be ever bless'd, — but ever be
The angel ail my woes beguiling.