"Quelquefois vos paroles me reviennent comme un echo lointain, comme le son
d'une cloche apporte par le vent; et il me semble que vous etes la quand
je lis des passages de l'amour dans les livres.... Tout ce qu'on y blame
d'exagere, vous me l'avez fait ressentir._"

PONT-AVEN, FINISTERE, 1896.




VERSES

_Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam_

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter.
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.


A CORONAL

WITH HIS SONGS AND HER DAYS TO HIS LADY AND TO LOVE