Summer and lysimachia vulgaris

Here and summer days are decreasing.
Where are the summer rays of gold?
Only the gray eyebrows shift,
Only gray hair curls.

This morning, fate bitterly
Stunned, I sighed a little:
Early, early ruddy dawn
For a moment the window flashed.

But again this sky is rainy
Hopelessly hung over us,
"To know, again, my sun is red,
You poured out, getting up, with tears!

Writer : Afanasiy Fet

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