I love the Tsarskoselsky Gardens
Late in the fall when, in soft haze
Enfolded, as in sleep’s embrace
They lie… The cold’s breath slowly hardens,
And on the dull glass of the lake,
Clad in that same fine haze, white-winged
And strangely languid visions linger
And seem bemused, but half-awake.
The skies are grey, by not a star lit…
The evening’s shadows onward press
And softly lick the steps dark scarlet
Of Catherine’s lofty palaces.
Then dark the gardens grow and dreamy,
The stars appear and turn a dome,
Outlined by them, into a gleam of
A golden past, its symbol lone…
(Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev)
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