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L'ESPOIR LUIT....
Hope glistens like a straw within the stable.
Why fearest thou the drunken wasp's mad flight?
Always through chinks the sunbeam dances bright.
Why sleep'st thou not, with elbows on the table?
Why fearest thou the drunken wasp's mad flight?
Always through chinks the sunbeam dances bright.
Why sleep'st thou not, with elbows on the table?
Pale soul, here is iced water from the well,
Drink it and sleep. Thou see'st I rest with thee,
And I will sway thy dreams and drowsily
Thy lips will murmur to the cradle's spell.
Drink it and sleep. Thou see'st I rest with thee,
And I will sway thy dreams and drowsily
Thy lips will murmur to the cradle's spell.
Noon strikes. Withdraw, for pity's sake, Madame.
He sleeps. And then a woman's steps alarm
The sleep of those whom fate bids weep alone.
He sleeps. And then a woman's steps alarm
The sleep of those whom fate bids weep alone.
Noon strikes. The room is sweet with sprinkled rain.
Hope shines as in a hollow shines a stone.
When will September's roses flower again?
Hope shines as in a hollow shines a stone.
When will September's roses flower again?
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