Paul Verlaine

L'AMOUR PAR TERRE

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.

Patient of all, unanxious of the goal,

Void of all envy, violence, or hate

It shall be duty done with cheerful sou

BEFORE YOUR LIGHT QUITE FAIL

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?

O lamentable friend that seek'st me now?"

O lamentable friend that seek'st me now?"

O lamentable friend that seek'st me now?"

HOPE SHINES—AS IN A STABLE A WISP OF STRAW