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The Sunlit Hours
The Sunlit Hours
The Sunlit Hours
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"The Sunlit Hours" by Emile Verhaeren (translated by Charles Royier Murphy). Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateMay 19, 2021
ISBN4057664576132
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    The Sunlit Hours - Emile Verhaeren

    Emile Verhaeren

    The Sunlit Hours

    Published by Good Press, 2021

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4057664576132

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    THE SUNLIT HOURS

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    I

    O the splendour of this joy of ours,

    Woven of gold of the sun-lit hours!

    Here stands the house in soft repose,

    The garden and the orchard-close.

    Here is the bench beneath the apple trees

    Where lazily the blanched spring

    Its petals now doth fling.

    And here the luminous birds one sees

    Soaring, like presages of light,

    In the clear heaven of their flight.

    And here, as of caresses rained in showers

    From the lips of the higher blue,

    Two lovely tarns of softest hue,

    Bordered naively with involuntary flowers.

    O the splendour of our joy, for we

    Live doubly, in ourselves, and day's high ecstasy.

    II

    What tho' we see it break before us into flowers,

    This garden where we pass the clear and silent hours?

    In our two hearts are spirit-flow'rs unfurled,

    Where blooms the

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