Madrigal, Poem by Pierre De Ronsard

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection Sonnets for HélèneThemes LovePeriod 16th century

If it is to love, Madame, both by day and by night
To dream, to muse, to think of the means to please you,
To forget everything, and to wish to do nothing
But adore and serve the beauty that harms me:

If it is to love to follow a happiness that flees me,
To lose myself and to be solitary,
To suffer much pain, to fear much and keep silent,
To weep, to cry for mercy, and to see myself turned away:

If it is to love to live in you more than in myself,
To hide beneath a joyful brow an extreme languor,
To feel at the bottom of the soul an unequal struggle,
Hot, cold, as the amorous fever treats me:

Ashamed, speaking to you of confessing my pain!
If this is to love: furiously I love you:
I love you and know well that my pain is fatal:
The heart says it enough, but the tongue is mute.

Pierre de Ronsard

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