“An infinite Resignedness Rains where the white Mists opalesce In the moon-shower...”

“The rosy hearth, the lamplight's narrow beam, The meditation that is rather dream, With looks that lose themselves in cherished looks; The hour of steaming tea and banished books; The sweetness of the evening at an end, The dear fatigue, and right to rest attained, And worshipped expectation of the night,— Oh, all these things, in unrelenting flight, My dream pursues through all the vain delays, Impatient of the weeks, mad at the days!”

“Sève qui monte et fleur qui pousse,Ton enfance est une charmille :Laisse errer mes doigts dans la mousseOù le bouton de rose brille.”

“A vast black sleepfalls over my lifesleep, all hopesleep, all desire.”

“Tears are shed in my heart like the rain on the town.(Il pleure dans mon coeurComme il pleut sur la ville.)”

“Chanson d’automneLes sanglots longsDes violons De l’automneBlessent mon coeur D’une langueur Monotone.Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l’heure,Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ;Et je m’en vaisAu vent mauvais Qui m’emporteDeçà, delà,Pareil à la Feuille morte.”

“La musique avant toute chose”