Romance — Memory of the Land of France, Poem by François-René De Chateaubriand

Poem by François-René De Chateaubriand Collection Miscellaneous PoemsPeriod 19th century

How sweetly I remember
The lovely place of my birth!
My sister, how beautiful were the days
Of France!
O my country, be my love
Always!

Do you remember how our mother,
At the hearth of our thatched cottage,
Pressed us to her joyful heart,
My dear?
And we kissed her white hair,
We two.

My sister, do you still remember
The castle the Dore bathed;
And that tower so very old
Of the Moor,
Where the brass rang the return
Of day?

Do you remember the tranquil lake
Skimmed by the nimble swallow,
The wind that bent the reed
Moving,
And the setting sun on the water,
So beautiful?

Oh! who will give me back my Hélène,
And my mountain and the great oak?
The memory of them makes all my days
My sorrow:
My country will be my love
Always!

Chateaubriand

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