She Fell Asleep One Evening, Poem by Charles Cros

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Sandalwood CasketPeriod 19th century

She fell asleep one evening, folding her arms,
Her white and supple arms across her frail breast,
And closing forever her clear eyes, already weary
Of beholding this world, an exile too heavy for Her.

She lived on flowers, on dreams, on the ideal,
Soul, incarnation of the Eternal City.
Slowly stifled, and by a like malady,
The splendor of Paris was extinguished with Her.

And while her body, pale and icy, awaits
The resurrection of her cameline beauty,
In this world where, royal and gentle, She passed,
We can only remain remembering Her.

Charles Cros

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