Before You Go Away, Poem by Paul Verlaine

Before you go away,
Pale morning star,
– A thousand quails
Sing, sing in the thyme. –

Turn toward the poet,
Whose eyes are full of love;
– The lark
Rises to the sky with the day. –

Turn your gaze that is drowned
By the dawn in its azure;
– What joy
Among the fields of ripe wheat! –

Then make my thought shine
Over there – far off, oh, so far!
– The dew
Brightly gleams on the hay. –

In the sweet dream where still stirs
My sleeping beloved…
– Quick, quick,
For here comes the golden sun. –

Paul Verlaine

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