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À Gaston Stiegler.
What will you answer to the wind that sighs,
To the wind that tells you the sorrow of things,
The passing of lilies, of lilacs, of roses,
And of bright swarms frozen in the wax;
What will you answer to the wind that sighs?
It says it is sad and weary of guiding
The moaning of all that suffers,
Of always brushing what falls into the abyss,
Of passing everywhere where life expires;
What will you answer to the wind that sighs?
Will you answer it that one heart may suffice.
A single human heart singing in joy,
To console it for its long journey
Over the endless fields that winter tears apart;
What will you answer to the wind that sighs?
Where will you find this heart that desires
To remain what it is in its calm celebration,
The heart that has no secret sorrow,
For which there is neither balm nor myrrh;
What will you answer to the wind that sighs?
Will it be your heart, and must you be told
That the wind would take from your closed lips
A sorrow greater than that of things,
And in your gaze, a higher martyrdom;
What will you answer to the wind that sighs?
Then answer it, with your dear smile,
That it should not brush human souls,
If it does not wish to carry heavier pains
Than those it gathers in its vast empire;
What will you answer to the wind that sighs?
Auguste Angellier
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