Sonnet

Poem by Auguste Angellier Period 19th century

“Where are you?” she was saying, wandering on the shore
Where willows dipped their trembling foliage;
And silver tears were flowing through her white fingers
When she stopped, her hands upon her face.

And he, wandering too on a wild sand
Where rushes breathed long mournful sighs,
Beneath the death of the sun, by the shore of bloody waves,
Cried out: “Where are you?”, wringing his hands in rage.

The echoes that bore their sorrowful calls
Met in the air, and mingled them together
In a single lament at once grave and tender;

But they, whom a single fold of ground divided,
More desperately sought each other in vain,
Without ever glimpsing each other and without ever hearing each other.

Auguste Angellier

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