Poems by Victor Hugo - HTML preview

SHOOTING STARS.

{FOR MY LITTLE CHILD ONLY.}

     ("Tas de feux tombants.")
     {Bk. III. vii.}

See the scintillating shower!
       Like a burst from golden mine—
     Incandescent coals that pour
       From the incense-bowl divine,
     And around us dewdrops, shaken,
       Mirror each a twinkling ray
     'Twixt the flowers that awaken
       In this glory great as day.
     Mists and fogs all vanish fleetly;
       And the birds begin to sing,
     Whilst the rain is murm'ring sweetly
       As if angels echoing.
     And, methinks, to show she's grateful
       For this seed from heaven come,
     Earth is holding up a plateful
       Of the birds and buds a-bloom!