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Audiobooks Poetry The Sunlit Hours
The Sunlit Hours

The Sunlit Hours

by Emile VERHAEREN (1855 - 1916)

The Sunlit Hours [Les Heures Claires] is a volume of very personal poetry by Belgian poet Émile Verhaeren. The poetry in this volume is dedicated to his wife, celebrating their relationship with beautiful poetry of love. - Summary by Carolin


Although, the Autumn Eves

At That Time When in Loneliness I stood

At Times Thou Art the Spacious Light and Air

Come Out Into the Garden Fair

How Swiftly is She Caught in Ecstasy

I Bathe in Thy Two Eyes My Soul Entire

I Have Given All My Heart to Thee

If It Ever Be

In Those Hours When We Seem Shut Out

May Thy Dear Eyes, Thy Clear Eyes, Be

Mid-Summer Blooms Within Our Quiet Garden-Ways

No Sooner Lip to Lip, Than We Are Fraught

O, the Splendour of this Joy of Ours

Of What Avail the Hectic Reasoning

Oh, Let It Knock Upon Our Door

Oh, Let Us Live Out Love with All Our Powers

Oh, This Happiness

Quietly, Like Stately Queens of Old

Remembering Thy Gracious Gift to Me

Tell Me, Oh My Tranquil Friend

That Love Within Our Eyes May Be

That Nothing May Elude Our Close Embrace

The Gift of Body, When the Soul is Given

The Night, Unfolding, Banishes the Day

The Youthful Spring with Wondrous Might

This Carven Column Whereon Monsters Cling

This Fair Garden Flowering to Flame

To All Thy Smiles and Tears

Was There Ever in Us One Caress

What Tho' We See It Break Before Us Into Flowers

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