Produced by Michael Castelluccio POEMS OF PAUL VERLAINE By Paul Verlaine Translated by Gertrude Hall Pictured by Henry McCarter [Illustration: "Portrait of Paul Verlaine"] Contents I. FETES GALANTES Clair de Lune Sur L'Herbe L'Allee A la Promenade Le Faune Mandoline L'Amour Par Terre En Sourdine Colloque Sentimental II. LA BONNE CHANSON Since Shade Relents, Since 'Tis Indeed the Day Before Your Light Quite Fail O'er the Wood's Brow The Scene Behind the Carriage Windowpanes The Rosy Hearth, The Lamplight's Narrow Beam It Shall Be, Then, Upon a Summer's Day III. ROMANCES SANS PAROLES ARIETTES OUBLIEES It Weeps In My Heart The Keyboard, Over Which Two Slim Hands Float O Heavy, Heavy My Despair The Trees' Reflection in the Misty Stream PAYSAGES BELGES Bruxelles BIRDS IN THE NIGHT You Were Not Over-patient with Me, Dear But You Will Own That I was in the Right And Wherefore Should I Lay My Heartwounds Bare? Now I Do Not Intend--What Were the Gain? I See You Still. I Softly Pushed the door I See You Still. I Softly Dressed in a Summer Dress Some Moments I'm the Tempest-driven Bark AQUARELLES Green Spleen Streets IV. SAGESSE What Sayst Thou, Traveller, Of All Thou Saw'st Afar? The False Fair Days Give Ear Unto the Gentle Lay I've Seen Again the One Child: Verily "Son, Thou Must Love Me!--See-" My Saviour Said Hope Shines--As in a Stable a Wisp of Straw Sleep, Darksome, Deep The Sky-Blue Smiles Above the Roof It Is You, It Is You, Poor Better Thoughts 'Tis the Feast of Corn, 'Tis the Feast of Bread V. JADIS ET NAGUERE JADIS Prologue Langueur NAGUERE Prologue VI. PARALLELEMENT Impression Fausse VII. POEMES SATURNIENS Prologue MELANCHOLIA Nevermore Apres Trois Ans Mon Reve Familier A Une Femme PAYSAGES TRISTES Chanson D'Automne Le Rossignol CAPRICES Il Bacio EPILOGUE Fetes Galantes [Illustration: "Clair De Lune"] CLAIR DE LUNE. Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair, Peopled with maskers delicate and dim, That play on lutes and dance and have an air Of being sad in their fantastic trim. The while they celebrate in minor strain Triumphant love, effective enterprise, They have an air of knowing all is vain,-- And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise, The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone, That makes to dream the birds upon the tree, And in their polished basins of white stone The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy. SUR L'HERBE. "The abbe rambles."--"You, marquis, Have put your wig on all awry."-- "This wine of Cyprus kindles me Less, my Camargo, than your eye!"