Thou And You

She substituted, by a chance,
For empty 'you' - the gentle 'thou';
And all my happy dreams, at once,
In loving heart again resound.
In bliss and silence do I stay,
Unable to maintain my role:
'Oh, how sweet you are!' I say -
'How I love thee!' says my soul.

by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

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Clustered fruits of love's full flood. Nice conceptualization.
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A sullen day, dull disdain, love's full flood. A poem that sways with the vast wings of flooded emotion.
flood, ..............nicely written
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