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All lives again, my beloved!
The gray sky loses its pallor;
When the earth is perfumed,
The heart of man is better.
Above, from where love streams,
Below, where sorrow dies,
The same immense spark
Lights the star and the flower.
Winter flees, season of alarms,
Dark mysterious April
Where the harsh sap of tears
Flows, and from the heart rises to the eyes.
O sweet disuse
Of suffering and weeping!
Will you, in solitude,
Set us to adoring each other?
The branch gilds itself in the sun
And bends, to shelter it,
Its buds about to bloom
Over the bird about to sing.
The dawn when we loved each other
Seems to be reborn in our eyes;
And May smiles in our souls
As it smiles in the skies.
We hear laughing, we see shining
All beings one by one,
The stars rustle at night,
And the bees by day.
And everywhere our gazes read,
And, in the grass and in the nests,
Small voices tell us:
“Lovers are the blessed!”
The air intoxicates; you rest
Your victorious arms on my neck.
On the rosebushes, how many roses!
How many sighs in our hearts!
Like the dawn, you charm me;
Your mouth and your cherished eyes
Have, when you weep, its tears,
And its pearls when you laugh.
Nature, twin sister
Of Eve and Adam and the day,
Loves us, rocks us, and mingles
Her mystery with our love.
It is enough that you appear
For the sky, adoring you,
To contemplate you; and, our caresses,
All the shadow returns them to us!
Lights and perfumes ourselves,
We bathe our happy hearts
In the supreme effluvia
Of amorous elements.
And, without a care oppressing you,
Without it being my torment,
I have the star for mistress;
The sun is your lover;
And we give our fever
To the flowers on which we press
Our mouths, and our lip
Feels the kiss of the rays.
Victor Hugo
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