I Met Thee and All That Was Over By Fyodor Tyutchev

I met thee and all that was over in lifeless heart became alive, The golden time returned from nowhere and made heart warm, it did revive. Sometimes there are the day and hour, where bare and dull late autumn reigns, But spring will blow in our bower and something is in our veins. And I inspired of that breathing of past years, when my soul was full, Gaze your sweet features, and I'm missing my extasy when heart is cool. My love, I gaze thee like in dreaming, like after age, when we're apart, and here I hear my inner screaming, it doesn't die within my heart... It more than memory, I know it, Life talks again, it's not enough, Your fascination's same, I love it, And in my heart the same is love! 1870 P.S. This is my translation of poem by Fyodor Tyutchev