Old love nevqer rusts by Fyodor Tyutchev

I met you there – and all bygones

In the fogyish heart  came alive.

I remembered a golden old time –

And my heart felt so rare warmess.

As in late autumn sadly season

There are days, there is at once,

When spring blows in teasen,

And something stirs within us.

So, enveloped in the aura

Of those years of  soulful fullness,

With long-forgotten rapture

I gaze upon your dear features...

As after a century of separation,

I look at you, as if in a sweet dream –

And now – the sounds  become more audibletion

That were never shut up within me.

There is more than one memorising

Here life has spoken as anew, –

And the same charm in you is rising

And the same love in my soul, I vow!..