Poems by Henri de Régnier

O GODDESS, when the sands at last are run,
Let me not see slow Time at my bed-head
Cutting wi...

IF to the town thou come some morning, to
Join the sweet, frivolous, futile sisters who
Best...

THE calm house with the key left in the door,
The table where these fruits sweet to the core
A...

NOW with a yellow moon this long day ends.
Soft risen in the poplars she with rest
Floods all t...