AN AUTUMNAL SIMILE by Victor Hugo
("Les feuilles qui gisaient.")
The leaves that in the lonely walks were spread,
Starting from off the ground beneath the tread,
Coursed o'er the garden-plain;
Thus, sometimes, 'mid the soul's deep sorrowings,
Our soul a moment mounts on
wounded wings,
Then, swiftly, falls again.
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