Some day I shall rise and leave my friends And seek you again through the world’s far ends, You whom I found so fair, (Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!), My only god in the days that were. My eager feet shall find you again, Though the sullen years and the mark of pain Have changed you wholly; for I shall know (How could I forget having loved you so?), In the sad half-light of evening, The face that was all my sunrising. Toute fraîche et feuillue sous la molle chaleur D’un grand ciel d’un bleu fou.…
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