Hope Shines--As In A Stable A Wisp Of Straw

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Title:     Hope Shines--As In A Stable A Wisp Of Straw
Author: Paul Verlaine [More Titles by Verlaine]

Hope shines--as in a stable a wisp of straw.
Fear not the wasp drunk with his crazy flight!
Through some chink always, see, the moted light!
Propped on your hand, you dozed--But let me draw

Cool water from the well for you, at least,
Poor soul! There, drink! Then sleep. See, I remain,
And I will sing a slumberous refrain,
And you shall murmur like a child appeased.

Noon strikes. Approach not, Madam, pray, or call....
He sleeps. Strange how a woman's light footfall
Re-echoes through the brains of grief-worn men!

Noon strikes. I bade them sprinkle in the room.
Sleep on! Hope shines--a pebble in the gloom.
--When shall the Autumn rose re-blossom,--when?

[The end]
Paul Verlaine's poem: Hope Shines--As In A Stable A Wisp Of Straw

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