The Little Place, Poem by Alfred De Musset

You who come here
In a humble posture

From your heavy flanks
To unload the burden

Please, when you have
Relieved nature

And deposited in the urn
A modest gift

Pour into the amphora
A stream of pure water

And on the smoking altar
Place as a capital

The rounded lid
Whose august joint

To indiscreet perfumes
Must serve as a tomb.

Alfred De Musset

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