Author 'Bibi.nina' (Id 117004 ) : By Paul Verlaine The sky above the roof So blue, so calm a tree, above the roof rocks its palm. The bell in the sky over there softly rings. A bird in the tree that we see plaintively sings. My God, my God, life is here, Simple and quiet. That peaceful murmur there Comes-City. - What have you done, O thou that here Crying constantly, I say, What have you done, you that here, with your youth?