I look familiar - o, those eyes!
How strongly would I know a God!
Had so magic and fire there,
As Sickness soul to pluck it.
At that look understood
Life revealed until the end.
Had so passionately to boil
No nowhere so much grief!
And saw heavy, majestic,
Since under the eyelids, slowly.
And former light-hearted and charming former
And as a former suffering fatal.
Often stood watching in awe,
But never could Sickness
To look without being overwhelmed,
To worship without shedding tears.
_Fjodor Tjutçev.
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