You Often Watched Him Poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
You Often Watched Him
You often watched him on the high life's level, -
The gaily-selfish or with gloomy sight,
Or full of thoughts, or scatted one and wild,
As poets are - and you've scorned him forever!
- Look at the crescent: like a slim white cloud,
In daily skies, he's almost lost his might,
But a night had come, and, God of holly light,
He, shines, the single, on the sleeping ground!
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4/18/2024 10:25:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
But a night had come, and, God of holly light, He, shines, the single, on the sleeping ground! a v ery good poem. tony