(_Le Revenant_)
With some dark angel's flaming eyes
That through the shadows burn,
Gliding towards thee, noiselessly,
--'Tis thus I shall return.
Such kisses thou shalt have of me
As the pale moon-rays give,
And cold caresses of the snakes,
That in the trenches live.
And when the livid morning comes,
All empty by thy side,
And bitter cold, thou'lt find my place;
Yea, until eventide.
Others young love to their embrace
By tenderness constrain,
But over all thy youth and love
I will by terror reign.