Gifts of grief and guerdons From her bounty come, And I hear her pardons Chide her angers home; Nothing in her is Unforgivingness. She is piteous, She the perilous! Friendly things to us The wave sings to us: You whose hope is past, Here is peace at last. And beneath the skies, Brighter-hued than they, She has azure dyes, Rose and green and grey. Better is the sea Than all fair things or we. _From Parallèlement:_ IMPRESSION FAUSSE Little lady mouse, Black upon the grey of light; Little lady mouse, Grey upon the night. Now they ring the bell, All good prisoners slumber deep; Now they ring the bell, Nothing now but sleep. Only pleasant dreams, Love's enough for thinking of; Only pleasant dreams, Long live love! Moonlight over all, Someone snoring heavily; Moonlight over all In reality. Now there comes a cloud, It is dark as midnight here; Now there comes a cloud, Dawn begins to peer. Little lady mouse, Rosy in a ray of blue, Little lady mouse: Up now, all of you! _From Chansons pour Elle_ You believe that there may be Luck in strangers in the tea: I believe only in your eyes. You believe in fairy-tales, Days one wins and days one fails: I believe only in your lies. You believe in heavenly powers, In some saint to whom one prays Or in some Ave that one says. I believe only in the hours, Coloured with the rosy lights You rain for me on sleepless nights. And so firmly I receive These for truth, that I believe That only for your sake I live. _From Epigrammes_ When we go together, if I may see her again, Into the dark wood and the rain; When we are drunken with air and the sun's delight At the brink of the river of light; When we are homeless at last, for a moment's space Without city or abiding-place; And if the slow good-will of the world still seem To cradle us in a dream; Then, let us sleep the last sleep with no leave-taking, And God will see to the waking. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Symbolist Movement in Literature, by Arthur Symons