- In Quiet BreathBy Josephine Cardin"Let us yield then, you and I,
To the waftings, calm and sweet,
As their breeze-blown lullaby
Sways the gold grass at your feet.
And, when night begins to fall
From the black oaks, darkening,
In the nightingale’s soft call
Our despair will, solemn, sing."~ From In Muted Tone, by Paul Verlaine
- Thank You!