Marie, Poem by Alfred De Musset

Sonnet.

Thus, when the spring flower
In the woods goes to bloom,
At the first breath of the zephyr
She smiles with mystery;

And her stem, fresh and light,
Feeling her calyx open,
Even into the bosom of the earth
Quivers with joy and desire.

Thus, when my sweet Marie
Half-opens her beloved lip,
And lifts, singing, her blue eyes,

In harmony and light
Her soul seems entirely
To rise trembling toward the heavens.

Alfred De Musset

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