I meet you and -all of the past time (w. F. Tyutchev)
I meet you and -all of the past time
In the revived heart is alive again;
I remember the gold time -
And the heart got so warm...
As sometimes by the late autumn,
There are the days, sometimes the hours,
Than suddenly the spring blow on
And something will retrieve in us -
So, blowing wholly by the breathing
Of those years of the spiritual fullness,
With a long-forgotten full feeling,
I look at the cute features...
As after the centuries of the separation,
I look at you as in a dream, -
And now -the sounds became louder
Are not muted out in me...
There is not one memory,
Now the life begun talking again, -
And that is to you the charm,
And that is in the, not my, soul the love! ..
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