Akhmatova's "The Summer Garden"

I want to return to that unique garden walled By the most magnificent ironwork in the world Where the statues remember me young and I remember Them the year they were underwater And in fragrant silence Under a royal colonnade of lindens I imagine the creaking of ships' masts and the swan Floats across the centuries admiring its flawless twin. Asleep there like the dead are hundreds of thousands Of footfalls of friends and enemies, enemies and friends The procession of those shades is endless From the granite urn to the doorway of the palace Where my white nights of those years whisper About some love grand and mysterious And everything glows like mother-of-pearl and jasper Though the source of that light also is mysterious.