The sadness gripped my heart - and dimly
Came the remembrance of the old,
When all was going well and simply,
And life - a dream of the real world.
But here the world is lost and fired:
All's topsy-turvy, run and felled, -
In Heaven, Holly God expired,
And Satan croaked in the Hell.
They live, lost any life's intentions,
Elsewhere is grumbling, fight and fraud,
If a bit of love weren't in the question,
Long time ago, I'd leave the world.
The Sadness Gripped My Heart
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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Poem topics: dream, god, heart, heaven, time, fight, real, long, question, live, life, lost, love, I love you, world, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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