Alas! who taught you, so young, these mysteries
And all these sorrows of the poor human heart?
What genius in the midst of solitary paths,
As you left the cradle, led you by the hand?
O vigorous singer, O chosen nature!
What spirit of Heaven carries you where you will?
What perfumed breath of holy poetry
Ceaselessly lifts the gold of your blond hair?
What mysterious art to your prophetic verse
Mingled so much sadness and serenity?
What divine artist, as to the ancient wrestler,
Gave you so much strength with so much beauty?
Arvers Félix
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