To H. Lantoine.
In the reborn and light clarity
That bounded through the radiant air,
Her charming eyes had more light,
More rays, more azure than the skies.
They held more dawn and more aurora;
And above the song of the birds
That a warmed wind had just hatched,
With which the branches grew drunk and trembled,
Rose her young and passionate voice;
It was in the near and already distant time
When May struck the clear brow of the year
With white lilacs that it held in its hand.
And now that September begins,
And that Summer brings back its chariots,
She has gone to the land of silence,
Where all is black, where all eyes are closed.
Auguste Angellier
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