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