Jacques du Lumerie
Le Vent. - Poem by Jacques du Lumerie
You drank all the moonlight
And left us with just stars;
Now you are eating the sun.
Are you to leave us with nothing
With which to stay alive?
See, my children
Are already crying:
'Oh, the cold,
The bitter cold! '
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