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How often in a summer season,

When above Neva, the white night

Appeared as light majestic vision,

And river’s surface gay and bright

Did not display the moon reflection,

In former passions recollection,

In recollection love affairs

We were forgetting all the cares,

And by the well-disposed night’s breathing

We were so speechlessly bewitched!

Like sleepy convict being switched

From calaboose to forest greening,

That’s how in dream we streamed away

To the beginning of young day.