Poems by Jean Moréas

AH who should make my heart despond,
My heart untroubled pant and bleed?
Queen Cleopatra it wo...

WE will walk by the grating of the park,
When the Great Bear is growing dark,
And, as I wish...

TO guard you from disaster,
Love-flags and standards flowing,
I gave you my hair with the she...

IN the splendid casket of its scarlet lining
His two and thirty teeth's enamel is shining.
His ...

VOICES returning, cradle us, cradling voices:
Echoes extenuated of what we love as it passes,...