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Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

(5 December 1803 – 27 July 1873 / Ovstug)

Poems of Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

All Day She Quiet Lay

All day she quiet lay, lost in a trance,
The closing shadows all of her embracing...
The madcap rain of summer frisked and pranced,
At leaves it drummed, down garden paths went racing.

And slowly, slowly she revived and sought
To hear its voice, its warm and merry patter.
Withdrawn she lay, plunged deep in conscious thought,
And listened to the rushing, singing water.

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