In dreams, I saw fair Russia bright,
No smoke nor flame to mar her sight.
Her gaze, a sea of sapphire hue,
Looked on with love, so deep, so true.
A surge of feelings swept through me,
With clarity, they came to be:
Not merely whims that draw us home,
But exit from a deeper maze where lost souls did roam.
My son, who passed away, lost to the night,
Stirred suddenly with morning's light...
And trembled like a trembling aspen
In the scorching winds of fate’s cruel lesson.
My fair Russia
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