By Feodor Tyutchev
When there's a heavy burden
Over my breast some time,
When my heart is full of woe,
The darkness is in front;
Without any movement,
And power without,
We're melancholy carrying -
That time a pity's idle -
But suddenly a sun beam
Shines secretly inside,
With a fairy jet it'll sprinkle
The walls, and joy will come;
From a blissful earth, from heavens,
From azure it will send
The odoured air,
The balm that we can smell...
That wouldn't be a lesson,
As well as an advice.
So it will fail to make us
Free from the fate in life.
But we do feel their power,
We hear the blissfull rings,
Then lighter is our crying,
Then lighter we do breathe.
So nice and so gracy,
So airly and light,
The hundreds times I shared
In my soul your love.
1858
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