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Apostrophe To Nature Post by :StillHill Category :Poems Author :Victor Hugo Date :January 2011 Read :3509

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Apostrophe To Nature

("O Soleil!")

(Bk. II. iv., Anniversary of the Coup d'Etat, 1852.)


O Sun! thou countenance divine!
Wild flowers of the glen,
Caves swoll'n with shadow, where sunshine
Has pierced not, far from men;
Ye sacred hills and antique rocks,
Ye oaks that worsted time,
Ye limpid lakes which snow-slide shocks
Hurl up in storms sublime;
And sky above, unruflfed blue,
Chaste rills that alway ran
From stainless source a course still true,
What think ye of this man?





(The end)
Victor Hugo's poem: Apostrophe To Nature

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