If a thousand carnations, if a thousand lilies I embrace,
Winding my arms all the way around,
Stronger than a vine, which with a loving turn
The beloved branch, in a thousand folds entwines:
If worry no longer yellows my face,
If pleasure makes in me its day,
If I prefer the Shadows to the day,
Divine dream, this good comes from your grace.
Following your flight I would fly to the heavens:
But her portrait which deceives my eyes,
Always thwarts my joy interrupted.
Then you flee me in the midst of my good,
Like a flash of lightning that ends in nothing,
Or like the cloud that vanishes in the wind.
Pierre de Ronsard
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