I Was Walking Along Treacherous Paths, Poem by Paul Verlaine

I was walking along treacherous paths,
Painfully uncertain.
Your dear hands were my guides.

However pale on the distant horizon
A faint hope of dawn was shining;
Your gaze was the morning.

No sound, except his resounding step,
Encouraged the traveler.
Your voice said to me: “” Walk on! “”

My timid heart, my dark heart
Wept, alone, on the sad road;
Love, delicious conqueror,

Has reunited us in joy.

Paul Verlaine

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