Last Verses, Poem by Alfred De Musset

Poem by Alfred De Musset Collection ArrayThemes DeathPeriod 19th century

The hour of my death, for eighteen months now,
Has been ringing in my ears from every side,
For eighteen months of sorrow and sleepless nights,
Everywhere I feel it, everywhere I see it.

More I struggle against my misery,
The more the instinct of misfortune awakens in me;
And as soon as I try to take a step on earth,
I suddenly feel my heart stop.

My strength to fight wears out and wastes away.
Even my rest is a battle;
And, like a steed broken by fatigue,
My extinguished courage wavers and falls.

Alfred De Musset

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