Au premier mille, hélas ! de mon pèlerinage,
Temps où le cœur tout neuf voit tout à son image.
Où l'âme de seize ans, vierge de passions,
Demande à l'univers ses mille émotions,
Le soir d'un jour de fête au golfe de Venise,
Seul, errant sans objet dans ma barque indécise,
Je suivais, mais de loin, sur la mer, un bateau
Dont les concerts...
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“but why do you go?” said the lady, while both sate under the yew,
And her eyes were alive in their depth, as the kraken beneath the sea-blue.“Because I fear you,” he answered;—“because you are far too fair,
And able to strangle my soul in a mesh of your gold-colored hair.”“Oh, that,” she said, “is no reason! Such knots are quickly undone,
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Back to the flower-town, side by side,
The bright months bring,
New-born, the bridegroom and the bride,
Freedom and spring.The sweet land laughs from sea to sea,
Filled full of sun;
All things come back to her, being free;
All things but one.In many a tender wheaten plot
Flowers that were dead...