Can’t leave without Pushkin’s words

The Flower Of Autmn Days

The flowers of autumn days
Are sweeter than the firsts of plains.
For they awaken an impression,
That’s strong, although it may be sad,
Just as the pain of separation
Is stronger than the sweet of date.

In a Beauty’s Album

All harmony, all wondrous fairness,
Aloof from passions and the world,
She rests, with tranquil unawareness
In her triumphant beauty furled.
When, all about her, eyes hold muster,
Nor friends, nor rivals can be found,
Our other beauties’ pallid round
Extinguished wholly by her luster.
And were you bound I know not where,
Be it to love’s embraces bidden,
Or what choice vision you may bear
In heart’s most private chamber hidden,
–Yet, meeting her, you will delay,
Struck by bemusement in mid-motion,
And pause in worshipful devotion
At beauty’s sacred shrine to pray.

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