Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Here, At A Meagre Earth - Poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Here, at a meagre earth, despondent
And listless stare the dull grey skies,
And, as if plunged in leaden slumber,
A eary nature moveless lies.
Alone the few pale birches, gleaming
Mid greyish moss and stubby brush,
Like visions born of fevered dreaming
Disrupt the lifeless, eerie hush.
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