See, blossoms, branches, fruit, leaves I have brought,
And then my heart that for you only sighs;
With those white hands of yours, oh, tear it not,
But let the poor gift prosper in your eyes.
The dew upon my hair is still undried,-
The morning wind strikes chilly where it fell.
Suffer my weariness here at your side
To dream the hour that shall it quite dispel.
Allow my head, that rings and echoes still
With your last kiss, to lie upon your breast,
Till it recover from the stormy thrill,-
And let me sleep a little, since you rest.
Green [english]
Paul Verlaine
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Poem topics: dream, hair, heart, kiss, poor, sleep, wind, head, white, fruit, tear, morning, gift, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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