Here, at a meagre earth, despondent <br />And listless stare the dull grey skies, <br />And, as if plunged in leaden slumber, <br />A eary nature moveless lies. <br /> <br />Alone the few pale birches, gleaming <br />Mid greyish moss and stubby brush, <br />Like visions born of fevered dreaming <br />Disrupt the lifeless, eerie hush.<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-at-a-meagre-earth/
