L'Automne Eternel

Let us go then, you and I When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurant

Je suis le Ténébreux, - le Veuf, - l 'Inconsolé Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la Tour abolie Ma seule Etoile est morte, - et mon luth constellé Porte le Soleil noir de la Mélancolie Dans la nuit du Tombeau, Toi qui m'as consolé Rends-moi le Pausilippe et l

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my good is but vain hope of gain. The day is past, and yet I saw no sun, And now I live, and now my life is done. My ta