by Victor Hugo (1802 – 1885).

Tomorrow, at Dawn (1847)

Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens,
I will set out.  You see, I know that you wait for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
I can no longer remain far from you.

I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,                                                 5
Seeing nothing of outdoors, hearing no noise
Alone, unknown, my back curved, my hands crossed,
Sorrowed, and the day for me will be as the night.

I will not look at the gold of evening which falls,
Nor the distant sails going down towards Harfleur,                                           10
And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb
A bouquet of green holly and of flowering heather.

Notes:
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/vhugo.htm
http://www.victorhugo.gg/