AT NOON

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(AFTER THE FRENCH OF VERLAINE)

The sky is blue above the roof,
So calm, so blue;
One rustling bough above the roof
Rocks, the noon through.
The bell-tower in the sky, aloof,
Tenderly rings!
A bird upon the bough, aloof,
Sorrows and sings.
My God, my God, and life is here
So simple and still!
Far off, the murmuring town I hear
At the wind's will....
What hast thou done, thou, weeping there?
O quick, the truth!
What hast thou done, thou, weeping there,
With thy lost youth?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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