What do you think of this little text written by Victor Hugo for his daughter who died?

Tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside whitens,
I will leave. You see, I know you're waiting for me.
I will go through the forest, I will go over the mountains.
I cannot remain far from you any longer.

I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Without seeing anything outside, without hearing any noise,
Alone, unknown, my back curved, my hands crossed,
Sad, and for me, the day will be like the night.

I will not look at the gold of the evening that falls,
Nor the distant sails descending toward Harfleur,
And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb
A bouquet of green holly and blooming heather.
What do you think of this little text written by Victor Hugo for his daughter who died?
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