Poems by Albert Samain

GALSWINTHA shivering with bowed head does sit.
Always these unkempt kerns, and heavens dun!
O ...

AN evening music in the reed was heard.
I went to the river alone. I freed the painter,
I laid...

INTO the autumn evening's sadness grave
The panting town exhales its smoke and smut.
Brother of...

THE seraph of the eve past flower-beds strays..
The subtle colours of the sunset die
An exquisi...

THE tender sky was strown with roses pale..
Your eyes dreamed, shadowed by your wideawake
You ...

THE weltering sea the bare horizon holds,
The desolate sea where floats the ancient ark,
At w...

I LEANING in silence on the tower-rampart,
The Queen, whose blue hair a silk fillet spans,
...

THE Black Goat passes, looking for his bitches.
It is a red, bare night! Thy last shame sinks,...

WE in the lonely walk by custom marred
Pace once again with steps how burdensome,
And by a ble...

THE soul of a flute is sighing
At the sounding heart of the park;
We breathe thy silent replyi...