Words on Wednesday ~ Victor Hugo - The Morning of Life

By Victor Hugo

 

THE MORNING OF LIFE.

             ("Le voile du matin.")

            {Bk. V. viii., April, 1822.}

     The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks,

       Old towers gleam white in the ray,

     And already the glory so joyously seeks

       The lark that's saluting the day.

     Then smile away, man, at the heavens so fair,

       Though, were you swept hence in the night,

     From your dark, lonely tomb the owlets would stare

       At the sun rising newly as bright.

     But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown

       Where glitters Eternity's stream,

     And you shall have waked 'midst pure glories unknown,

       As sunshine disperses a dream.