Paul Verlaine

1844-1896 / France

Streets

Let's dance the jig!

Above all else I loved her eyes,
More clear than stars of cloudless skies,
And arch and mischievous and wise.

Let's dance the jig!

So skilfully would she proceed
To make a lover's bare heart bleed,
That it was beautiful indeed!

Let's dance the jig!

But keenlier have I relished
The kisses of her mouth so red
Since to my heart she has been dead.

Let's dance the jig!

The circumstances great and small,-
Words, moments . . . I recall, recall
It is my treasure among all.

Let's dance the jig!
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