Aleksey Tolstoy
Do you remember, Mary...

Do you remember, Mary,
A house of bygone times,
And round a pond that slumbered
The immemorial limes?

The overgrown old garden.
The silent walks and trees,
The lengthy row of portraits
Beneath the hall’s high frieze?

Do you remember, Mary,
The sky at eventime,
The endless level landscape.
The distant village chime?

The bank behind the garden.
The river’s quiet flow.
The shimmering of the cornfields
Where coloured corn-flowers grow?

The wood where we the first time
Went wandering, you and I?
Do you remember, Mary,
The days that have passed by?

Translated by Hon. M. Baring