The shadow of the trees in the misty river
Rodolphe de Foras
The shadow of the trees in the misty river
fades and dies like smoke;
while above, among the real branches,
the doves are lamenting.
Oh traveler, how well this pale landscape
mirrored you pallid self!
And how sadly, in the high foliage, your hopes were weeping,
your hopes that are drowned.