The Demon of Lermontoff #232144

He loved, he trusted in that happy prime. 0 Ah, little recked he safe from doubts and fears, The sad monotony of coming years, Trouble on trouble, pain succeeding pain Tortures that racked his ever-teeming brain. Long had he wandered without goal or aim 15 Through the dull round of centuries still the same, Ruling this puny world, and sowing ill.