Mirabeau Bridge
’Neath Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
And our love
Must I recall then
That joy came always after pain
Come the night, sound the hour
The days pass, I endure
Hand in hand let’s stand face to face
While under
Our bridge of arms race
The floods tired of the eternal gaze
Come the night, sound the hour
The days pass, I endure
Love departs as these waters flow
Love departs
As our life is slow
And as Hope does violent grow
Come the night, sound the hour
The days pass, I endure
The days and weeks pass out of ken
Nor time past
Nor love comes again
’Neath Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
Come the night, sound the hour
The days pass, I endure
Guillaume Apollinaire
Translated by Reuben Thomas
October 1998–February 2000
This document was translated from LATEX by HEVEA.