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Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev - To K.B.
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You`re here again - and of a sudden
A warmth long gone floods my dead heart,
And all I thought forgot, unbidden
Returns, of me becomes a part.

Just as spring`s breath may soft come stealing
Upon the air on late fall`s day
And rouse in us a vanished feeling
Of life, of something young and gay -

So of past years do I recover
The richness, and on your sweet face
With all the ardour of a lover
In reawakened rapture gaze.

Too long apart, drawn are we nearer
Once more - you`re here, `tis not a dream!
Sounds, ne`er within me stilled, the clearer
At sight of you and louder seem.

Remembrance?- No! The rustling pages
Of life turn fast - life`s full again.
Your loveliness stays ever changeless,
My love for you unchanged remains.
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