To George Sand III

Poem by Alfred De Musset Period 19th century

Since your mill turns with all the winds,
Go, brave humans, where the wind leads you;
Play, like good buffoons, the human comedy;
I have known you too well to be one of your kind.

Do not think, however, that in leaving your stage,
I keep against you neither anger nor hatred,
You who have made me old perhaps before my time;
Few of you are good, even fewer are wicked.

And we, let us live in the shade, O my beautiful mistress!
Let us make for ourselves loves that have no old age;
Let people say of us, when we both die:

They never knew fear or envy;
That is the green path where, during this life,
Speaking softly to each other, they smiled at one another.

Alfred De Musset

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