After Paul Verlaine—IV
The sky is up above the roof
    So blue, so soft!
A tree there, up above the roof,
    Swayeth aloft.
A bell within that sky we see,
    Chimes low and faint:
A bird upon that tree we see,
    Maketh complaint.
Dear God! is not the life up there,
    Simple and sweet?
How peacefully are borne up there
    Sounds of the street!
What hast thou done, who comest here,
    To weep alway?
Where hast thou laid, who comest here,
    Thy youth away?

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Lane Core Jr. (
Created November 13, 2002; not revised.