Traduction libre de Verlaine

High above the rooftops is a serene and still blue. In that hush of blue, winds cradle boughs of green. Traced against that cloudless blue, a distant steeple chimes. Nestled in a bough of green, a bird trills a lullaby. There, just there, life is softly rippling. There, just there, city life is murmuring. What have you done, I wonder… Tears fall, pool, ripple…What have you done, please tell me, with your spring years?