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THE POET'S HOUR, by                    
First Line: The violet-laden flower girl
Last Line: That I thought were dead.
Subject(s): Books; Poetry & Poets - French; Reading


The violet-laden flower girl
In whose dark eyes diffidence plays,
Alone after the festival
Kisses her old bouquets.

'Tis neither the night nor the daybreak,
But that hour when, as they list,
The waifs and the lean dogs of Paris
Wander in gray mist,

The bitter hour of poets
Who sadly have set sail,
Borne upon the restless wings
Of torment and travail.

And my smoky lamplight
Gleams on the page ahead,
Whence arise old phantoms
That I thought were dead.





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