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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Doves
By Théophile Gautier (1811–1872)
 
ON the hill-side, yonder where are the graves,
A fine palm-tree, like a green plume,
Stands with head erect; in the evening the doves
Come to nestle under its cover.
 
But in the morning they leave the branches;        5
Like a spreading necklace, they may be seen
Scattering in the blue air, perfectly white,
And settling farther upon some roof.
 
My soul is the tree where every eve, as they,
White swarms of mad visions        10
Fall from heaven, with fluttering wings,
To fly away with the first rays.
 
 
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