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LAmour par Terre
By Paul Verlaine (18441896)
T
That in the dimmest corner of the park
So subtly used to smile, bending his arc,
And sight of whom did us so deeply move
The marble dust whirls in the morning breeze.
Oh, sad to view, o’erblotted by the trees,
There on the base, the name of great renown!
And melancholy fancies come and go
Across my dream, whereon a day of woe
Foreshadowed is—I know what will befall!
Are not you, by this scene? although your eye
Pursues the gold and purple butterfly
That flutters o’er the wreck strewn at our feet.