Through The Happiness Of Twilight Poem by Charles van Lerberghe

Through the happiness of twilight,
Who is it who sighs, what is the lament?
Who has come to rest against my heart,
Like a wounded bird?

Is it a plaint of the earth?
Is it a future voice,
A voice from the past?
To the point of anguish, I hear
That sound in the silence.

Island of forgetfulness, o Paradise!
What cry rends tonight,
Your voice that cradles me?
What cry pierces
Your bright circlet of flowers,
And tears your lovely veil of mirth?