Promenade, Poem by Alfred De Musset

Poem by Alfred De Musset Collection ArrayThemes Happiness, NaturePeriod 19th century

In these woods that a cloud gilds,
How slow the shadow is to fall asleep!
It is not evening, it is dawn,
That gaily seems to flee from us;
For we know that it will return. —
Thus, letting hope blossom,
Memory dies gently.

Alfred De Musset

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