Poems of Paul Verlaine

HOPE SHINES—AS IN A STABLE A WISP OF STRAW

O lamentable friend that seek'st me now?"

O lamentable friend that seek'st me now?"

O lamentable friend that seek'st me now?"

Wherever people love, wherever people fight,

In such a sad and foolish kind, in verity!

Has that dull innocence been punished as it should?

What say'st thou? Man is hard,—but woman? And thy tears,

Who has been drinking? And into what ear so good

Dost pour thy woes for it to pour in other ears?

BEFORE YOUR LIGHT QUITE FAIL

Patient of all, unanxious of the goal,

Void of all envy, violence, or hate

It shall be duty done with cheerful sou

You loved me so!" "Quite likely,—I forget."

"How sweet was hope, the sky how blue and fair!"

"The sky grew black, the hope became despair."

Thus walked they 'mid the frozen weeds, these dead,

And Night alone o'erheard the things they said.

L'AMOUR PAR TERRE