Since the Day My Soul Was Taken

Poem by Jean-Antoine De Baïf Collection Loves of MélinePeriod 16th century

Since the day my soul was taken
By your sweet fires, graciously treacherous,
A single sweet dart from your eyes until now
Had not promised your grace to my ardor:

She today, by long habit taught
To nourish herself in anxious toils,
Has left me almost at the delicious taste
Of a new good, of which your eye surprised her.

O gay glance, glance that truly
Has erased all that torment,
Which I endured since your elder sister.

A whole year my heart had languished,
May it languish in the same languor,
Me, to try you again another year.

Jean-Antoine de Baïf

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