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these ghosts of old desire,
Maurice Maeterlinck, from Listlessness; Hothouses: Poems (tr. by Bernard Miall), 1889
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All the rosy flowers of old Of my half-remembered dreams
Maurice Maeterlinck, from The Soul; Hothouses: Poems (tr. by Bernard Miall), 1889
I mourn the lips of yesterday, Lips whose kisses are yet unborn,
Maurice Maeterlinck, from Wintry Desires; Hothouses: Poems (tr. by Bernard Miall), 1889
My soul is sick at the end of all, Sick and sad, being weary too. Weary of being so vain, so vain, Weary and sad at the end of all. And O I long for the touch of you!
Maurice Maeterlinck, from Night; Hothouses: Poems (tr. by Bernard Miall), 1889
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And the flowers, late and soon, Fall upon the mirrored sky, To sink and sink eternally Thro' dreamy waters and the moon.
Maurice Maeterlinck, from Reflections; Hothouses: Poems (tr. by Bernard Miall), 1889
Ah, my desires! For breath they swoon! The weary longings of mine eyes Have clouded with their azure sighs, Within my soul, the flooding moon.
Maurice Maeterlinck, from The Weary Hunting; Hothouses: Poems (tr. by Bernard Miall), 1889
O, all these poor weary glances! And yours, and mine! And those that are no more, and those to be! And those that will never be, and yet exist!
Maurice Maeterlinck, from Glances; Hothouses: Poems (tr. by Bernard Miall), 1889
