I remember a marvellous instant, <br />Unto me bending down from above, <br />Thy radiant vision appearing <br />As an angel of beauty and love. <br />'Mid the torments of desperate sadness, <br />In the torture of bondage and sighs, <br />To me rang thy voice so beloved-- <br />And I dreamed thy miraculous eyes. <br />But the years rolled along--and life's tempests <br />My illusions, my youth overcame, <br />I forgot that sweet voice full of music-- <br />And thy glance like a heavenly flame. <br />In the covert and grief of my exile, <br />The days stretched unchanged in their flight, <br />Bereft inspiration or power, <br />Bereft both of love and of light. <br />To my soul now approaches awakening, <br />To me thou art come from above, <br />As a radiant and wonderful vision-- <br />As an angel of beauty and love. <br />As before my heart throbs with emotion, <br />Life looks to me worthy and bright, <br />And I feel inspiration and power-- <br />And again love and tears and the light!<br /><br />Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vision-6/
