A Last Wish

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Title:     A Last Wish
Author: Theophile Gautier [More Titles by Gautier]

How long my soul has loved thee, love!
It is full many a year agone.
Thy spring--what charm of flowers thereof,
My winter--what wild snows thereon!

White lilacs from the land of graves
Blow near my temples. Soon enow
Thou'lt mark the pallid mass that waves
Enshadowing my withered brow.

My westering sun must speedy drop,
And disappear behind the road.
Already on the dim hill-top,
There gleams and waits my last abode.

Then from thy rosy lips let fall
Upon my lips a tardy kiss,
That in my tomb, when comes the call,
My heart may rest, remembering this.

[The end]
Theophile Gautier's poem: Last Wish

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