The Sadness Gripped My Heart Poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

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.