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 Fetbr br