Charm of Mortals & of Gods,
Madness, amiable enchantress,
You even know how to embellish games:
Pleasure is born of your intoxication.
I give myself to you forever:
I prefer you to tenderness.
Spread gaiety over my days;
And I shall have more than wisdom.
It is while awaiting your return,
That poor Lovers doze,
Your reason alone puts Love to sleep:
It is your little bells that wake him
fanny-de-beauharnais
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