Mirèio by Frédéric Mistral — Read

All sorrowfully droop the lotus-trees; / And heart-sick to their hives withdraw the bees, / Forgetful of the heath with savoury sweet, / And with milk-thistle. Water-lilies greet / Kingfishers blue that to the vivary hie, / And "Have you seen Mirèio? " is their cry.

While Ramoun and his wife by the fireside / Are sitting, lost in grief, and swollen-eyed, / And at their hearts the bitterness of death.