I wish I had Her constant cheek; I wish that I could sing All sorts of funny little songs, Not quite the proper thing. I’m very gauche and very shy, Her jokes aren't in my line; And, worst of all, I'm seventeen While She is forty-nine.

I go to concert, party, ball — What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive to look at ease. The incense that is mine by right They burn before her shrine; And that’s because I’m seventeen And She is forty-nine.

В некотором смысле, когда мне было семнадцать, мне уже было пятьдесят. Я всегда был старым.

Под сенью греческаго флага, Болтая с капитаном Костой, Средь островов Архипелага Мне вспомнился Елагин остров!