Hope by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes

Sigh (Soupir)
by Stéphane Mallarmé

My soul rises towards your brow, o calm sister,
On which dreams a bespeckled autumn,
And toward the changing sky of your angelic eye
It rises, as in a melancholy garden
A faithful white fountain spray sighs towards the blue sky
- Toward the tender blue sky of October, pale and pure,
Reflecting its infinite languor in the great pools
of the fountain, and trailing a long languid yellow sunbeam
On the still water, where leaves In their tawny death
drift before the wind and trace a cold wake.