To a Child, Daughter of the Poet, Poem by Alphonse De Lamartine

Celestial daughter of the poet,
Life is a hymn for two voices.
His brow is mirrored on yours,
His lyre sings beneath your fingers.

When on your eyes his mouth places
The calm and shiverless kiss,
On your white and rosy eyelid
The sweet kiss has more sound.

When in his arms he lifts you
To show you to the jealous sky,
One thinks one sees his most divine dream
That he caresses on his knees!

When his finger lets you read
The verses he has just sighed,
One would say the soul of his lyre
Leans over to inspire him.

He recites; a tear shines
In your eyes fixed on him.
In this tear of his daughter
His heart swims; his glory has shone!

From the song that your mouth repeats
His moved heart delights twice.
Celestial daughter of the poet,
Life is a hymn for two voices.

Alphonse de Lamartine

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