If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended)
That you have but slumber’d here,
While these visions did appear ;
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream
Gentles, do not reprehend ;
If you pardon, we...

 
Ma mie, à son toit fidèle,
La frétillante hirondelle
Revient du lointain exil.
Déjà le long des rivages
S’égaie un sylphe subtil,
...