L'amour Par Terre

02 December, 2011 00:29:00

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Suggestion, her eyes smile the while they scan.
Blonde; dainty nose; plump, cherry lips, divine...

Paul Verlaine

The wind the other night blew down the Love

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

One day! The other night's wind blew him down!

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!

Oh, sad to view the empty pedestal!

And melancholy fancies come and go

Across my dream, whereon a day of woe

Foreshadowed is-I know what will befall!

Oh, sad!-And you are saddened also, Sweet,

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.

L' Allee

Powdered and rouged as in the sheepcotes' day,

Fragile 'mid her enormous ribbon bows,

Along the shaded alley, where green grows

The moss on the old seats, she wends her way

With mincing graces and affected airs,

Such as more oft a petted parrot wears.

Her long gown with the train is blue; the fan

She spreads between her jewelled fingers slim

Is merry with a love-scene, of so dim

Suggestion, her eyes smile the while they scan.

Blonde; dainty nose; plump, cherry lips, divine

With pride unconscious.--Subtler, certainly,

Than is the mouche there set to underline

The rather foolish brightness of the eye.

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