F. Tyutchev, We've Met Again / Ф. Тютчев, Я встретил вас... (subs by V. Chetin)

We've met again, and all the bygone
Has brightened up my aging soul;
I have recalled the golden time, and
My heart is ever so consoled...
Like by the end of autumn, sometimes,
There happen days, there is an hour
When, with a sudden breath of springtime,
A feeling gets the spirit roused, --
So, fanned all over by the whiff of
Spiritual fullness of those years,
Do I look at the dear features,
Aroused by long forgotten bliss...
And after age-long separation,
I look at you, like in a dream,
And ever present intonations
Are getting more and more distinct...
This is not only reminiscence,
It's lifeblood, telling like of old, --
The former charm in your appearance,
The former passion in my soul!..