Fiodor Tiutchev
(1803-1873)
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There is in autumn early
So short but splendid time,
The crystal air stays daily,
In evening stars fair shine.
Where reaping-hook was walking briskly,
There empty places, no ear of rye.
And thin gossamer's hair the only
Glitters on idle furrow's line.
There's empty field and birds don't cry.
Still long before first winter's storm.
The fair sky-blue pours own warm
On relaxation soil...
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Translation by Vasiliy Panchenko, 2012