A Magic Moment I Remember

Alexander Pushkin

		A magic moment I remember:
		I raised my eyes and you were there.
		A fleeting vision, the quintessence
		Of all that's beautiful and rare.
		I pray to mute despair and anguish
		To vain pursuits the world esteems,
		Long did I near your soothing accents,
		Long did your features haunt my dreams.
		Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
		The reveries that once were mine
		And I forgot your soothing accents,
		Your features gracefully divine.
		In dark days of enforced retirement
		I gazed upon grey skies above
		With no ideals to inspire me,
		No one to cry for, live for, love.
		Then came a moment of renaissance,
		I looked up- you again are there,
		A fleeting vision, the quintessence
		Of all that`s beautiful and rare.