Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
France: Vols. IX–X. 1876–79.
At La Chaudeau
By Xavier Marmier (18081892)A
I was young,—my years twice ten,—
All things smiled on the happy boy,
Dreams of love and songs of joy,
Azure of heaven, and wave below,
At La Chaudeau.
My head is gray, my blood is cold,
Seeking along the meadow ooze,
Seeking beside the river Seymouse,
The days of my spring-time of long ago
At La Chaudeau.
Ever grows old with grief and pain;
A sweet remembrance keeps off age,
A tender friendship doth still assuage
The burden of sorrow that one may know
At La Chaudeau.
To limit the wandering life I lead,
Peradventure I still forsooth
Should have preserved my fresh, green youth,
Under the shadows the hill-tops throw
At La Chaudeau.
Happy to be where God intends;
And sometimes by the evening fire
Think of him whose sole desire
Is again to sit in the old château
At La Chaudeau.