Fyodor Tutchev — To me, as I recall, that day

To me, as I recall, that day

  Was morning of my life's new way,

  She stood in silence, I am retrieving,

  Like tidal wave her chest was heaving,

  Her cheeks aglow were turning red

  Like sunrise glare overhead!

  Then, like the risng sun, abruptly

  Sweet word of love came out heartily...

  And hearing the golden word

  I got to know the brand-new world!

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