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Fine
flowers Fine, frothy flowers like foam were growing along our paths The wind was dropping and the air seemed to graze your hands and hair with feathers. The shadow was benevolent at our feet gathered As we walked along, under the foliage; A child's song came to us from a village and filled all the infinity. Our ponds spread out in their autumn splendour Under the guard of the long reeds And the beautiful wood front reflected in the waters His high and flexible crown. And both of us, knowing that our hearts were formulating the same thought Together, we thought that it was our peaceful life that this beautiful evening revealed to us. Once supreme, you saw the sky in celebration Adorn itself and say goodbye to us; And long and long you gave it your eyes Full to the edges of silent tenderness.
Emile Verhaeren.
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