How easily she is delighted
With her eyes of fiery ecstasy;
She, the gentle and resigned one
So simply before life.
This evening, as a glance surprised her fervent
And as a word carried her away
To the pure garden of joy, where she was
At once queen and servant.
Humble of herself but ardent for us,
It was a contest of who would bend both knees,
To gather the wondrous happiness
That, mutual, overflowed our hearts.
We listened to the violence fall silent, within us,
The exalting love that our arms imprisoned
And the living silence
Say words we did not know.
Emile Verhaeren
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