The violin, with a deep song of sadness,
Fills the sweet night, mingles with the sounds of the horns,
The sylphs go weeping like a distressed soul,
And the hearts of the trees wail like the dead.

The breath of the Watchman animates each leaf;
To bitter memories the woods open their bosoms;
The birds are dreamy; and under the opal eye
Of the summer moon my Sorrow collects…

Slowly, in the concert that the elves make under the boughs
The wild sprites like this ancient Faust,
The lute in all my heart awakens in parnassian

The great majesty of the night that whispers
In the languid skies a distant song,
Prolonged till dawn, and dying in the morning.

Posted by:Benjamin

Hello to all, My name is Benjamin, I am the happy father of 2 beautiful children. I have always loved to read, since I was a child, I isolate myself to read everything and anything, novels, comics, economic news, pattern and also poems. This is the reason for this site, because poems have allowed me to learn and strengthen my English which I must say was not very developed... thanks to the French schools. I would like to tell you about the books I have read in my short life (yes, I am only 34).

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