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Come, let us seek this friendly shade
Until the hour when from this place
The flowers close their chalice
To the languid gaze of day.
There is your heaven, O my star!
Lift, oh! lift this veil,
Light the night of these places;
Speak, sing, dream, sigh,
So long as my gaze draws
A wandering glance from your eyes.
Let me strew with roses
The tender moss where you sit,
And near the bed where you rest
Let me sit at your feet.
Happy the grass that you tread,
And the bud whose fresh colors
You unroll beneath your fingers!
Happy these vermeil cups
That your lips press, like
The hornets that suck the flowers!
If the wave of the lilies you gather
Rolls the faded chalices,
If from the stems your mouth strips
If the wind brings me a fragment,
If your mouth that uncloses
Comes, undulating on my cheek,
To graze the edge of my lip;
If your light breath resounds,
I feel on my shuddering brow
The wings of death pass.
Remember the blessed hour
When the gods, with a tender hand,
Poured you over my life
Like shade upon the road.
Since that fortunate hour,
My life chained to your life,
Which flows like a single day,
Is a cup always full,
Where my lips with long breath
Draw innocence and love.
Ah! when my brow that bows
Charged with a sweet languor,
Falls asleep cradled on your breast
By the movement of your heart…
Alphonse de Lamartine
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