Poems of Paul Verlaine by Paul Verlaine
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To love on earth where flesh thrones in its pride,
My Body and Blood alone, thy Wine and Bread. "Have I not loved thee even unto death, O brother mine, son in the Holy Ghost? Have I not suffered, as was writ I must, "And with thine agony sobbed out my breath? Hath not thy nightly sweat bedewed my brow, O lamentable friend that seek'st me now?" [Illustration: "Mon Dieu M'a Dit."] HOPE SHINES--AS IN A STABLE A WISP OF STRAW Hope shines--as in a stable a wisp of straw. Fear not the wasp drunk with his crazy flight! Through some chink always, see, the moted light! Propped on your hand, you dozed--But let me draw Cool water from the well for you, at least, Poor soul! There, drink! Then sleep. See, I remain, And I will sing a slumberous refrain, And you shall murmur like a child appeased. Noon strikes. Approach not, Madam, pray, or call.... He sleeps. Strange how a woman's light footfall |
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