The Hamlet, Poem by Auguste Angellier

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

The hamlet is only a dark heap on the cliff;
The ocean, on the shore where a glimmer floats,
Exhales a long sigh that rises and subsides,
Like a being oppressed by an eternal unease;

This all-powerful rhythm penetrates my heart,
And with such grave weight presses on my distress
That it seems to me now that my feeble sorrow
Is no more than a voice in an immense choir

Where the suffering and anguish of the world rise,
And that my own weariness, forgetful of itself,
Mingles and blends into these vast sorrows.

But suddenly the mysterious accord is broken,
And my soul at once feels so profound
That all this sound is lost in it like a cry in the heavens.

Auguste Angellier

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