"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

27 February 2022

Stay.


O'ER THE WOOD'S BROW   

O'er the wood's brow,    
Pale, the moon stares; In every bough    
Wandering airs Faintly suspire. 
O heart's-desire!   
Two willow-trees    
Waver and weep, One in the breeze,    
One in the deep Glass of the stream. 
Dream we our dream!   
An infinite    
Resignedness 
Rains where the white    
Mists opalesce 
In the moon-shower.
Stay, perfect hour!

Paul Verlaine

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