And it was here -- it was autumn

by Vladimir Solovyov

English version by Ivan M. Granger
Original Language Russian

And it was here -- it was autumn --
When I told Her: “Divine Flower,
I feel Your touch! But why have you hidden Yourself
From my sight since I was a boy?”

At the very moment these thoughts moved through my mind --
Instantly, golden azure filled the room,
And she shone before me once again --
But just Her face -- Her face.

At that instant lasting bliss was born in me!
Once more my soul went blind to mundane matters.
If I gave a sober hearing to Her, I know not what I heard;
Her words were incomprehensible, talk fit for a fool.

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And it was here