Here you will find the Poem To K.B. of poet Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
You're here again - and of a sudden A warmth long gone floods my dead heart, And all I thought forgot, unbidden Returns, of me becomes a part. Just as spring's breath may soft come stealing Upon the air on late fall's day And rouse in us a vanished feeling Of life, of something young and gay - So of past years do I recover The richness, and on your sweet face With all the ardour of a lover In reawakened rapture gaze. Too long apart, drawn are we nearer Once more - you're here, 'tis not a dream! Sounds, ne'er within me stilled, the clearer At sight of you and louder seem. Remembrance?- No! The rustling pages Of life turn fast - life's full again. Your loveliness stays ever changeless, My love for you unchanged remains.