When I believe in God
blatch
11-16-2001, 03:42 PM
Do you recall how life was kind
When youth and hope still filled our breast,
And we’d no other thought in mind
Than to be lovers and well-dressed?
When your age added in with mine
Made forty by our reckoning;
And, paupers, we did not repine,
For every winter’s day was spring.
Brave days of modesty and pride,
When Paris was a lover’s feast!
I brought you flowers at Eastertide,
And pricked my finger on your breast.
And men’s eyes watched you with desire
When in the crowded streets we strolled.
Your beauty was a living fire
That had no thought of growing old;
No thought of strife and angry men,
Heads bowed beneath the tyrant’s rod …
When first I kissed you, it was then,
Ah, then, that I believed in God…
from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
When youth and hope still filled our breast,
And we’d no other thought in mind
Than to be lovers and well-dressed?
When your age added in with mine
Made forty by our reckoning;
And, paupers, we did not repine,
For every winter’s day was spring.
Brave days of modesty and pride,
When Paris was a lover’s feast!
I brought you flowers at Eastertide,
And pricked my finger on your breast.
And men’s eyes watched you with desire
When in the crowded streets we strolled.
Your beauty was a living fire
That had no thought of growing old;
No thought of strife and angry men,
Heads bowed beneath the tyrant’s rod …
When first I kissed you, it was then,
Ah, then, that I believed in God…
from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
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