Charles van Lerberghe
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?
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