It is the glory of my inconsolable pain!
The grey-eyed King passed away yesterday.
The autumn's evening was sultry and red,
My husband returned from his work and he said:
"Straight from a hunt his dead body they brought–
Near Old Oak lay our dead Lord.
For the Queen I'm sorry – he was young and so brave –
Over one night she became totally grey."
His favourite pipe on the mantel he found
And went to the night-work to pay his account.
Now I will wake my poor little one
To look in her grey eyes brimful of fun.
Poplars are rustling beyond the window –
No more is my King in our kingdom.
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Grey-eyed King - Anna Akhmatova
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