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A Vision
(5 December 1803 – 27 July 1873 / Ovstug)

A Vision

Poem By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

There is an hour at night full of an awesome wonder,
When universal silence o'er the whole world lies
And when the cosmic chariot rolls, wakening no thunder,
Into the sanctuary of the skies.

The dark of chaos comes, land, sky and water merging;
Sleep Atlas-like treads earth, its weight like lead;
The gods with dreams prophetic fire the virgin
Soul of the Muse; all else is dead.

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A nice succinct poem
An awesome wonder! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The vision is seriously deep that I had to read over and over before gotting it.
The gods with dreams prophetic fire the virgin Soul of the Muse; all else is dead.... Alluding to The Great Deluge, Great Destruction, pralaya, a lovely octave


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