Sonnet, Poem by Auguste Angellier

Poem by Auguste Angellier Collection To the Lost FriendPeriod 19th century

“Where are you?” she was saying, wandering on the shore
Where willows dipped their trembling foliage;
And silver tears flowed 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,
Under the death of the sun, beside the blood-red 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
Into a single lament, at once grave and tender;

But they, whom a single fold of land divided,
More desperately sought each other in vain,
Never seeing each other and never hearing each other

Auguste Angellier

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