- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,
That in the vast pools mirrors languor,
And over dead water, where the leaves wander
The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,
Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
That in the vast pools mirrors languor,
And over dead water, where the leaves wander
The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,
Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
Mallarme - Poems
