To Anna Kern
By Alexander Pushkin
I recollect a mystic moment,
When you appeared eyes before
As one of visions, passing over,
As a beauty, genius in whole.
While languishing throughout sorrow,
In vanity of vanities,
I heard your gentle voice for long, more
I've seen your features in my dreams.
....
Years passed. The tempest's gust had scattered
All previous dreams, all previous love,
I had forgotten your voice gentle,
Your features fair and divine.
In solitude, in dark confinement
The days were passing so dull
Without deity inspiring,
Without tears, life and love.
...
The soul awakened and that moment
You have appeared eyes before
As one of visions, passing over,
As a beaty genius in whole.
And heart is beating in affection,
And there again I'm feeling bright
The deity, the inspiration,
The life, the tears and the love.
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