Ô ma chère Almita, dis-moi, t'en souvient-il ?
Ce n'était qu'un bébé, tu n'étais qu'un doux ange ;
Et Dieu sait quel courant de sympathie étrange
Vous pénétra tous deux de son charme subtil.

Puis l'âge vint ; la vie est un décor qui change.
Pourtant, presque mourant, quand il revint d'exil,
Ton nom fit souvent poindre une larme à son cil :
Du temps et de l'oubli toujours le cœur se venge.

Tout est passé, ma chère ; et ton petit ami
Repose maintenant dans sa tombe endormi ;
Si fragile est la base où tout espoir se fonde !

Il dort, et j'attends l'heure où, pensive, à genoux,
Celle qui l'eût aimé viendra, seule avec nous,
Laisser tomber un pleur sur la fosse profonde.
(1902)


About Louis Honoré Fréchette


Louis-Honoré Fréchette, was a Canadian poet, politician, playwright, and short story writer.Born in Lévis, Lower Canada, from 1854 to 1860 Fréchette did his classical studies at the Séminaire de Québec, the Collège de Sainte-Anne-de-la-Pocatière and at the Séminaire de Nicolet. He later studied law at Université Laval. In 1864, he opened a lawyer's office in Lévis where he founded two newspapers: Le drapeau de Lévis and La Tribune de Levis. He exiled himself in Chicago where he wrote La voix d'un exilé. A number of plays which he wrote during that period were lost in the Great Chicago Fire. Soon... Read more...

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Arthur Clement Hilton was born in 1851 and educated at Marlborough College and St. John's College, Cambridge, where he published in 1872 The Light Green, a collection of verse parodies.

After graduating from Wells Theological College in January 1873, Hilton was ordained deacon on March 1, 1874, became curate of...
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There was the day we swam in a river, a lake, and an ocean.
And the day I quit the job my father got me.
And the day I stood outside a door,
and listened to my girlfriend making love
to someone obviously not me, inside,

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