A Lane in the Luxembourg, Poem by Gérard de Nerval

She passed by, the young girl
Lively and nimble as a bird
A shining flower in her hand,
A new refrain on her lips.

She may be the only one in the world
Whose heart would answer mine,
Who, coming into my deep night,
With a single glance would light it up!

But no, – my youth is over…
Farewell, sweet ray that shone on me, –
Perfume, young girl, harmony…
Happiness was passing by, – it has fled!

Gérard de Nerval

Translation generated by Poésies 123 with assistance from the deepseek-chat artificial-intelligence model.

Text published on Poésies 123: https://www.poesies123.com/en/poem-a-lane-in-the-luxembourg-gerard-de-nerval/