JULY 14, AT NIGHT, by FEODOR (FYODOR) IVANOVICH TYUTCHEVPoem ExplanationPoet's Biography
First Line: Not yet cooled, the windless night Last Line: Mute as lightning, swift and stern.
Not yet cooled, the windless night Of July shone strangely still. Earth lay dim, and fitful light In the skyey, storm-filled height Trembled over field and hill.
So might lidded eyes unclose, And between vast lashes burn Glances flaming and morose, Over earth's remote repose, Mute as lightning, swift and stern.