Love
O'er the Wood's Brow
Translated by Gertrude Hall (1895) · From La Bonne Chanson (1870)
Love
O'er the wood's brow,
Pale, the moon stares;
In every bough
Wandering airs
Faintly suspire....
O heart's-desire!
Two willow-trees
Waver and weep,
One in the breeze,
One in the deep
Glass of the stream....
Dream we our dream!
An infinite
Resignedness
Rains where the white
Mists opalesce
In the moon-shower....
Stay, perfect hour!
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MLA
Verlaine, Paul. “O'er the Wood's Brow.” Translated by Gertrude Hall. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/verlaine/11/.
Chicago
Verlaine, Paul. “O'er the Wood's Brow.” Translated by Gertrude Hall. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/verlaine/11/.
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