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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Après Trois Ans
By Paul Verlaine (1844–1896)
 
Translation of Gertrude Hall

WHEN I had pushed the narrow garden-door,
  Once more I stood within the green retreat;
  Softly the morning sunshine lighted it,
And every flower a humid spangle wore.
 
Nothing is changed. I see it all once more:        5
  The vine-clad arbor with its rustic seat;
  The water-jet still plashes silver sweet,
The ancient aspen rustles as of yore.
 
The roses throb as in a bygone day,
As they were wont; the tall proud lilies sway.        10
  Each bird that lights and twitters is a friend.
 
I even found the Flora standing yet,
  Whose plaster crumbles at the alley’s end—
Slim, ’mid the foolish scent of mignonette.
 
 
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