The Mysterious VisitorSpirit, lovely guest, who are you?Whence have you flown down to us?Taciturn and without a soundWhy have you abandoned us?Where are you? Where is your dwelling?What are you, where did you go?Why did you appear,Heavenly, upon the Earth?Mayhap you are youthful Hope,Who arrives from time to time Cloaked in magic From a land unknown?Merciless as Hope,Sweetest joy you show usFor a moment, then Take it back and fly away.Was it Love that you enactedFor us all in mystery? . . .Days of love, when one belovedRendered this world beautifulAh! then, sighted through the veilEarth did seem unearthly…Now the veil has lifted; Love is gone;Life is empty, joy – a dream.Was it Thought, enchantingYou embodied for us here?Far removed from every worry,With a dreamy finger pointingTo her lips, she sallies forthJust like you, from time to time,Ushers us without a soundBack to bygone days.Or within you dwells the sacred spiritOf Dame Poetry? . . .Just like you, she came from HeavenVeiling us twofold:Using azure for the skies,And clear white for earth;What lies near is lovely through her;All that’s distant – known.Or perhaps ’twas premonitionThat descended in your guiseAnd to us with clarity describedAll that’s sacred and divine?Thus it often happens in this life:Something brilliant flies to meet us,Raises up the veilAnd then beckons us beyond. ― Vasily Zhukovsky

The Mysterious VisitorSpirit, lovely guest, who are you?Whence have you flown down to us?Taciturn and without a soundWhy have you abandoned us?Where are you? Where is your dwelling?What are you, where did you go?Why did you appear,Heavenly, upon the Earth?Mayhap you are youthful Hope,Who arrives from time to time Cloaked in magic From a land unknown?Merciless as Hope,Sweetest joy you show usFor a moment, then Take it back and fly away.Was it Love that you enactedFor us all in mystery? . . .Days of love, when one belovedRendered this world beautifulAh! then, sighted through the veilEarth did seem unearthly…Now the veil has lifted; Love is gone;Life is empty, joy – a dream.Was it Thought, enchantingYou embodied for us here?Far removed from every worry,With a dreamy finger pointingTo her lips, she sallies forthJust like you, from time to time,Ushers us without a soundBack to bygone days.Or within you dwells the sacred spiritOf Dame Poetry? . . .Just like you, she came from HeavenVeiling us twofold:Using azure for the skies,And clear white for earth;What lies near is lovely through her;All that’s distant – known.Or perhaps ’twas premonitionThat descended in your guiseAnd to us with clarity describedAll that’s sacred and divine?Thus it often happens in this life:Something brilliant flies to meet us,Raises up the veilAnd then beckons us beyond.
― Vasily Zhukovsky

Like Vasily Zhukovsky?

Buy Vasily Zhukovsky products

[easyazon_link keywords=”Vasily Zhukovsky” locale=”US” tag=”bestsellerlisting-20″][/easyazon_link]

Do you Like Positive words, poetry and words to describe someone you love?

Check out