today there is only the wind

The sloping evening 

Path lies before me. 

Just yesterday, in love, 

He prayed: "Don't forget me." 

But today there is only the wind 

The herdsmen hallooing, 

And the agitated cedars 

By the pure springs. 

[Anna Akhmatova {1889-1966} 'The sloping evening' from The Complete Poems]