[OPERA OF 'ESMERALDA,' ACT IV., 1836.] <br /> <br /> <br />Phoebus, is there not this side the grave, <br />Power to save <br />Those who're loving? Magic balm <br />That will restore to me my former calm? <br />Is there nothing tearful eye <br />Can e'er dry, or hush the sigh? <br />I pray Heaven day and night, <br />As I lay me down in fright, <br />To retake my life, or give <br />All again for which I'd live! <br />Phoebus, hasten from the shining sphere <br />To me here! <br />Hither hasten, bring me Death; then Love <br />May let our spirits rise, ever-linked, above!<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esmeralda-in-prison/
