"Thou camest oft in vision to me;
Wert dear, although I knew not thee;
Thy tones reverberated through me,
Thy gaze absorbed, enchanted me
Long since… But no, I was not dreaming!
Straight, when though camest, not in seeming,
I knew thee, I took fire, stood numb
And my heart told me, “He is come!"
A.S. Pushkin, Evgeny Onegin (transl. by Oliver Elton)