The Four Seasons – Summer, Poem by Charles Cros

In summer the lilies and the roses
Envied her hues and her poses,

At night, by the scent of the lindens
We went off alone together.

The scent of her body, on the moss,
Is more intoxicating and more sweet.

Coming back along the wheat,
We were both quite troubled.

Like the wheat that the wind brushes,
She bent over on my shoulder.

Charles Cros

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