by Neva, on a summer night,
and when its waters were not showing,
in their gay glass, the borrowed light
of Dian’s visage, in our fancies
recalling earlier time’s romances,
recalling earlier loves, did we,
now sensitive, and now carefree,
drink in the midnight benediction,
the silence when our talk had ceased!”
From the poem Eugeni Onegin
Alexander Pushkin
