by: Maurice Maeterlinck
- ARROW paths my passions tread:
- Laughter rings there, sorrow cries;
- Sick and sad, with half-shut eyes,
- Thro' the leaves the woods have shed,
- My sins like yellow mongrels slink;
- Uncouth hyenas, my hates complain,
- And on the pale and listless plain
- Couching low, love's lion's blink.
- Powerless, deep in a dream of peace,
- Sunk in a languid spell they lie,
- Under a colourless, desolate sky,
- There they gaze and never cease,
- Where like sheep temptations graze,
- One by one departing slow:
- In the moon's unchanging glow
- My unchanging passions gaze.
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This English translation of 'The
Passions' is reprinted from Poems by Maurice Maeterlinck.
Trans. Bernard Miall. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1915.