Poems by Victor Hugo - HTML preview

APOSTROPHE TO NATURE.

("O Soleil!")
     {Bk. II. iv., Anniversary of the Coup d'État, 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?