Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev. (№ 378485)

Holy night to the sky ascended,
And the day of happy day my dear,
As the gold cover, it dangled,
Cover thrown over the abyss.
And as the vision, the outside world is gone...
And man, as a homeless orphan,
Is now feeble and goal
Face-to-face before propastyu dark.