To Madame M. N. (II)

Poem by Alfred De Musset Collection New PoemsPeriod 19th century

Sonnet.

You almost regretted sending them to me,
These verses, beautiful as a dream and pure as the dawn.
That unfortunate boy, you said laughing,
Will think himself obliged to answer me again.

Hello, friendly sonnet, so gentle, so kindly,
Poetry, friendship that the common crowd ignores,
Sweet bouquet of flowers, all sparkling with tears,
That a sigh makes blossom in a noble heart.

Yes, together we have, more or less, begun
To dream that great dream in which the world is cradled.
I have lost lawsuits very dear to me, and I appeal.

But listening to you, all regret has ceased.
Let my sad heart die, when my poor brain
No longer knows how to feel the charm of the past.

Alfred De Musset

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