Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

(1839 - 1907 / France)

At The Water's Edge - Poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow
Two - side by side;
To see the gliding clouds that come and
And mark them glide;

If from low roofs the smoke is wreathing pale,
To watch it wreath;
If flowers around breathe perfume on the gale,
To feel them breathe;

If the bee sips the honeyed fruit that glistens,
To sip the dew;
If the bird warbles while the forest listens,
To listen too;

Beneath the willow where the brook is singing,
To hear its song;
Nor feel, while round us that sweet dream is clinging
The hours too long;

To know one only deep over mastering passion -
The love we share;
To let the world go worrying in its fashion
Without one care -

We only, while around all weary grow,
Unwearied stand,
And midst the fickle changes others knows,
Love - hand in hand


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  • Gold Star - 13,680 Points Edward Kofi Louis (2/5/2015 2:48:00 AM)

    Nice piece owf work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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  • Gold Star - 13,680 Points Edward Kofi Louis (2/5/2015 2:48:00 AM)

    Nice piece owf work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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  • Gold Star - 13,680 Points Edward Kofi Louis (2/5/2015 2:48:00 AM)

    Nice piece owf work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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