Вот ведь странно. Вспомнилось, что в позднем средневековье рыцари удивлялись такому явлению, как "сладкая дума". Просто думаешь о прекрасной даме, и тебе приятно. Ведь "дума" - это очень сильная вещь.
Sonnet VI Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore— Thy touch
upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
