Paysages Tristes: Chanson D'automne

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Title:     Paysages Tristes: Chanson D'automne
Author: Paul Verlaine [More Titles by Verlaine]

Leaf-strewing gales
Utter low wails
Like violins,--
Till on my soul
Their creeping dole
Stealthily wins....

Days long gone by!
In such hour, I,
Choking and pale,
Call you to mind,--
Then like the wind
Weep I and wail.

And, as by wind
Harsh and unkind,
Driven by grief,
Go I, here, there,
Recking not where,
Like the dead leaf.

[The end]
Paul Verlaine's poem: Paysages Tristes: Chanson D'automne

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