The roses were so red, so red,
The ivies altogether black.
If you but merely turn your head,
Beloved, all my despairs come back!
The sky was over-sweet and blue,
Too melting green the sea did show.
I always fear,-if you but knew!-
From your dear hand some killing blow.
Weary am I of holly-tree
And shining box and waving grass
Upon the tame unending lea,-
And all and all but you, alas!
Spleen [english]
Paul Verlaine
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Poem topics: fear, green, sea, sky, tree, dear, head, blue, grass, sweet, black, shining, red, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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