Mon ami, vous m’avez, quoiqu’encore si jeune,
Vu déjà bien divers, mais ondoyant jamais !
Direct et bref, oui : tels les Juins suivent les Mais,
Ou comme un affamé de la veille déjeune.
Homme de primesault et d’excès, je le suis,
D’aventure et d’erreur, allons, je le concède,
Soit, bien, mais illogique ou mol ou lâche ou tiède
En quoi que ce soit, le...
Take back into thy bosom, earth,
This joyous, May-eyed morrow,
The gentlest child that ever mirth
Gave to be reared by sorrow!
’T is hard—while rays half green, half gold,
Through vernal bowers are burning,
And streams their diamond mirrors hold
To Summer’s face returning—
To say we’re thankful that his sleep
...
Two souls diverse out of our human sight
Pass, followed one with love and each with wonder:
The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunder,
Clothed with loud words and mantled in the might
Of darkness and magnificence of night;
And one whose eye could smite the night in sunder,
Searching if light or no light were thereunder,
And found in...
