- 1. Yvonne Of Brittany
In your mother's apple-orchard,
Just a year ago, last spring:
Do you remember, Yvonne!
The dear trees lavishing
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- 2. You Would Have Understood Me, Had You Waited
Ah, dans ces mornes sèjours
Les jamais sont les toujours
Paul Verlaine
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- 3. Quid No Speremus, Amantes?
Why is there in the least touch of her hands
More grace than other womens' lips bestow,
If love is but a slave in fleshly bands
Of flesh to flesh, wherever love may go?
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- 4. In A Breton Cemetery
They sleep well here,
These fisher-folk who passed their anxious days
In fierce Atlantic ways;
And found not there,
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- 5. Growth
I watched the glory of her childhood change,
Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew,
(Loved long ago in lily-time),
Become a maid, mysterious and strange,
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- 6. Cease Smiling, Dear! A Little While Be Sad
Dum nos fata sinunt, oculos satiemus Amore
Propertius
Cease smiling, Dear! a little while be sad,
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- 7. Autumnal
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
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