Poems by Pierre Quillard

BESIDE what lakes whose gloomy waters grieve,
O flowers of darkness vastier than death,
Do th...

ONE star alone on the bier, one only star.
O solitude where a King's glory died
Upon a stake t...

O MELANCHOLY tender Psyche, sleep.
Lily of dawn out of the dark hours growing,
Thy supple arm...

THE illustrious city is a shadowy shape,
Turned back into a haunt of grassy peace;
The broken...

AFTER the winding of the horn
Through the great silence shivers not a tone,
As in dead towns w...