PETIT CHANSON PICARD.
Pale leaves waver and whisper low (Silvered leaves of the poplar tree), Waters wander and willows blow In Picardie. Misty green of the orohard grass, Grass-grown lanes by the sedge-fringed ka, Pleasant ways for the feet that pass Through Picardie. Here the youth on a blue May night, Soft to his maiden's home steals he; Binds a bough to the lintel's height Of dark fir tree. Gaston sigheth for Bernadette! (Sorrow to come—or joy to be ?) This she knows by the token set In secrecy. Long lagoons where the lilies lie (Blossom and buds in ivory); Sweet the meadows and fair the sky Of Picardie. Where be the waters to drown regret ? "Where be the leaves of sleep's own tree ? Nowhere else in the world—nor yet In Picardie. —'Longman's Magazine.'
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Evening Star, Issue 7403, 24 December 1887, Page 4 (Supplement)
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133PETIT CHANSON PICARD. Evening Star, Issue 7403, 24 December 1887, Page 4 (Supplement)
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