Off, be off, now, graceless pack:
Get you gone, lost children mine:
Your release is earned in fine:
The Chimaera lends her back.
Huddling on her, go, God-sped,
As a dream-horde crowds and cowers
Mid the shadowy curtain-flowers
Round a sick man's haunted bed.
Hold! My hand, unfit before,
Feeble still, but feverless,
And which palpitates no more
Save with a desire to bless,
Blesses you, O little flies
Of my black suns and white nights.
Spread your rustling wings, arise,
Little griefs, little delights,
Hopes, despairs, dreams foul and fair,
All!-renounced since yesterday
By my heart that quests elsewhere….
Ite, aegri somnia!
Jadis Prologue [english]
Paul Verlaine
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Poem topics: children, dream, god, heart, lost, sick, desire, white, black, hold, save, yesterday, spread, release, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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