Tutchev

I met you, and the bygone moments

Awakened in my fainted heart;

The good old times, like golden omens,

Warmed up my soul, giving a start...



It's like in autumn, way belated,

A day, or hour, comes to pass

When breath of spring comes, unexpected,

And... something palpitates in us.



And wholly filled with inspiration

By all those hearty years and dates

With long forgotten exultation

I look at your amazing traits...



Like after years of separation

I stare at you, as if in dreams, -

And now... I hear the augmentation

Of never ending sounds, it seems.



It's not just simple recollection,

It's life that has begun to chat, -

The same old charm and admiration,

The same old love deep in my heart!