To Madame M. N, Poem by Alfred De Musset

Poem by Alfred De Musset Collection New PoemsPeriod 19th century

Sonnet.

I saw you as a child, now that I think of it,
Fresh as a rose and with your heart in your eyes.
I saw you as a little one, sulky and lazy;
You loved Lord Byron, grand verses and dancing.

Thus the days of our childhood came back to us,
And we already spoke the language of the old;
That young memory laughed between the two of us,
Light as an echo, gay as hope.

The coward fears time because it makes men die;
He thinks his wall is spoiled when a flower grows there.
O friendly traveler, father of memory!

It is your consoling hand, so wise and so gentle,
That forever consecrates a step made on the moss,
A child’s rattle, a glance, a sigh.

Alfred De Musset

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