Even Though a Bitter Sorrow, Poem by Alfred De Musset

Poem by Alfred De Musset Collection New PoemsPeriod 19th century

Sonnet.

No, even though a bitter sorrow
Could be rekindled in this dead heart;
No, even though a flower of hope
Could still sprout along my path;

Though modesty, grace, and innocence
Should come in you to pity and charm me,
No, dear child, so beautiful in your ignorance,
I could not, I would not dare to love you.

Yet one day the supreme moment must come
When the universe is nothing.
Then may you remember my respect!

You will find, in joy or in sorrow,
My sad hand to support yours,
My sad heart to listen to yours.

Alfred De Musset

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