When coquettish Hope
Nudges us with her elbow as she passes,
Then with swift wing darts away,
And turns back smiling;
Where does man go? Where his heart calls him.
The swallow follows the zephyr,
And less light is the swallow
Than the man who follows his desire.
Ah! fugitive enchantress,
Do you even know your way?
Must old Destiny then
Have so young a mistress!
Alfred De Musset
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