I Feel My Fear Banished and the Pain I Endure

Poem by Théodore Agrippa D'Aubigné Period 16th century

I feel my fear banished and the pain I endure,
Lying in the sweet shelter of a myrtle and a cypress,
Which with their green branches entwining close together
Curtain the flower that makes my headrest azure!

Hearing, along the thread of a musician’s murmur,
A thousand silver nymphs, who with their secret waves
Muddle, laughing, the pearls in the meadows,
And send diamonds rolling at random.

This dark-green grove that darkens the water
Rings with harmonious echoes and songs.
O lovely dwelling! O precious rest!

O lap, sweet support for the tormented mind!
O my happy eyes, illuminated by her eyes!
Happy is he who dies here and, dying, does not lament!

Théodore Agrippa d’Aubigné

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