Farewell to Suzon

Poem by Alfred De Musset Collection New PoemsPeriod 19th century

Farewell, Suzon, my fair-haired rose,
Who loved me for eight days alone;
The shortest pleasures of this world
Often make the best of loves.
Do I know, the moment I leave you,
Where my wandering star may lead?
Yet I am going, my little one,
Far away, so fast,
Always running.

I leave, and on my burning lips
Still burns your last kiss.
Between my arms, dear careless one,
Your fair brow has just rested.
Do you feel my heart, how it throbs?
Yours, how gaily it was beating!
Yet I am going, my little one,
Far away, so fast,
Always loving you.

Bang! My horse is being made ready.
Child, why can I not on the way
Carry off your naughty head,
Which has perfumed my hand so!
You smile, little hypocrite,
Like the nymph, as she flees.
Yet I am going, my little one,
Far away, so fast,
All the while laughing.

What sadness, and what charms,
Tender child, in your sweet farewells!
Everything intoxicates me, even your tears,
When your heart is in your eyes.
Your glance invites me to live;
It would comfort me while dying.
Yet I am going, my little one,
Far away, so fast,
All the while weeping.

May our love, if you forget me,
Suzon, last a moment still;
Like a bouquet of faded flowers,
Hide it in your charming breast!
Farewell; happiness stays at home,
Memory departs with me:
I shall carry it away, my little one,
Far away, so fast,
Always yours.

Alfred De Musset

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