When you were reading those tormented lines <br />In which the heart's resonant flame sends out glowing streams <br />And passion's fatal torrents rear up,- <br /> Didn't you recall a single thing? <br /> <br />I can't believe it! That night on the steppe <br />When, in the midnight mist a premature dawn, <br />Transparent, lovely as a miracle, <br /> Broke in the distance before you <br /> <br />And your unwilling eye was to this beauty drawn <br />To that majestic glow beyond the realm of darkness,- <br />How could it be that nothing whispered to you then: <br /> A man has perished in that fire!<br /><br />Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-were-reading-those-tormented-lines/
