Poem for D-Day: Chanson d'Automne by Paul Verlaine

Chanson d'Automne by Paul Verlaine

When a sighing begins
In the violins
Of the autumn-song,
My heart is drowned
In the slow sound
Languorous and long

Pale as with pain,
Breath fails me when
The hours tolls deep.
My thoughts recover
The days that are over
And I weep.

And I go
Where the winds know,
Broken and brief,
To and fro,
As the winds blow
A dead leaf.

from Paul Verlaine's Poèmes saturniens (1867) 

For those desperate to know, we're using the Arthur Symons translation.