To George Sand IV

Poem by Alfred De Musset Period 19th century

You will have to get used to this solitude,
Poor senseless heart, all ready to open again,
Who knows so poorly how to love and so well how to suffer.
You will have to get used to it; and be sure that study,

Late nights and labor will not be able to cure you.
For a long time you will ply a very harsh trade,
You, poor spoiled child, who are not used
To waiting in vain and seeing nothing come.

And yet, O my heart, when you have lost her,
If you go somewhere to wait for her coming,
On the deserted shore you will wait for her in vain.

For it is you she flees from country to country,
Seeking on this earth an unknown grave,
In some sad place that no one will tell you of.

Alfred De Musset

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