text:  Was it not so with us Delvig my brother?-- My brother in our Muse as in our fate! 'Tis time 'tis time! Let us once more be free! The world's not worth this torturing resistance! Beneath retirement's shade will glide existence-- Thee my belated friend--I wait for thee! Come! with the flame of an enchanted story Tradition's lore shall wake our hearts to move; We'll talk of Caucasus of war of glory Of Schiller and of genius and of love