Soudains, pour les gloires noires et angoissées.
Émile Verhaeren,
Poèmes.
ATTRACTIONS.
Large masks of silver, by mists drawn away,
So strangely alike, yet so far apart,
Float round the old suns when faileth the day.
They transfix our heart, so immensely our heart,
Those distances mild, in the twilight deep,
Looking out of dead faces with their spirit eyes.