Jean Moréas Poems

AH who should make my heart despond,
My heart untroubled pant and bleed?
Queen Cleopatra it would need,
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WE will walk by the grating of the park,
When the Great Bear is growing dark,
And, as I wish it, you will wear
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TO guard you from disaster,
Love-flags and standards flowing,
I gave you my hair with the sheen of
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IN the splendid casket of its scarlet lining
His two and thirty teeth's enamel is shining.
His hair, which once an Abbbess loved with sin,
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VOICES returning, cradle us, cradling voices:
Echoes extenuated of what we love as it passes,
Bells of mules turning the mountain passes,
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