« Since the dawn grows brighter, since the daybreak is here,
Hope—which had fled and stayed away so long—
Returns at last to me, who calls and implores it,
And this great joy finally floods my night;
Let words, anger, and irony be forgotten,
Clenched fists, hatred, and malicious intent…
Love triumphs at last over all the turmoil,
Guided by a loving gaze and friendly hands. »(Paul Verlaine)