The Exile's Desire by Victor Hugo

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THE EXILE'S DESIRE by Victor Hugo
     ("Si je pouvais voir, O patrie!")

     {Bk. III. xxxvii.}
     Would I could see you, native land,
     Where lilacs and the almond stand
     Behind fields flowering to the strandâ€"
                 But no!

     Can Iâ€"oh, father, mother, crave
     Another final blessing save
     To rest my head upon your grave?â€"
                 But no!

     In the one pit where ye repose,
     Would I could tell of France's woes,
     My brethren, who fell facing foes â€"
                 But no!

     Would I hadâ€"oh, my dove of light,
     After whose flight came ceaseless night,
     One plume to clasp so purely white.â€"
                 But no!

     Far from ye allâ€"oh, dead, bewailed!
     The fog-bell deafens me empaled
     Upon this rockâ€"I feel enjailedâ€"
                 Though free.

     Like one who watches at the gate
     Lest some shall 'scape the doomèd strait.
     I watch! the tyrant, howe'er late,
                 Must fall!


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