“Calm in the half day where deep branches abound, let us mingle our love with silence profound.
Let us melt our two souls in ecstasy fine with the vague languors of shrub and of pine.
Half close your eyes, cross your arms on your breast, with the heart sleeping, peacefully rest.
Welcome the breathing wind that is rippling so sweet the waves of red grasses that move at your feet.
And, when the dim twilight solemnly falls, voice of our sorrow the nightingale calls.”
- Paul Verlaine, Sourdine










