The Morning Of Life (an ode)

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Title:     The Morning Of Life (an ode)
Author: Victor Hugo [More Titles by Hugo]

("Le voile du matin.")

[Bk. V. viii., April, 1822.]

The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks,
Old towers gleam white in the ray,
And already the glory so joyously seeks
The lark that's saluting the day.

Then smile away, man, at the heavens so fair,
Though, were you swept hence in the night,
From your dark, lonely tomb the owlets would stare
At the sun rising newly as bright.

But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown
Where glitters Eternity's stream,
And you shall have waked 'midst pure glories unknown,
As sunshine disperses a dream.

[The end]
Victor Hugo's poem: Morning Of Life (an ode)

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