Afanasy Fet — Reverie

I had a dream: I slept, and I imagined

That I was dead and lost in reverie at that;

And lovingly, that reverie by kind of magic

Had given rise to hope in my depressing heart.

What kind of joy I want, I don't know, really.

There rings the bell, - and all is clarified;

My soul lit up, I understand now clearly,

That happiness is in those sounds all right.

Those sounds are clearer, more transparent,

More joyful than all sounds of the world.

I feel that to those sounds I am carried 

To distant cemetery, my last abode.

I feel delight and torment, down and out,

I want to rise and breathe as I look back,

And on the wave of the exultant sound

I'd whirl away and drown in the dark.