Under the Trembling Curtain, Poem by Théodore Agrippa D'Aubigné

Poem by Théodore Agrippa D'Aubigné Period 16th century

Under the trembling curtain
Of these twin shrubs,
To the murmur that winds
Through these chirping streams,
On a leafy pillow enameled with the colors
Of a million flowers,

To these babbling songs
Of birds inflamed with love,
To the scent of wild roses
And flowering hawthorns,
Carried, pillaging Zephyrs over a thousand trotting flowers,
The breath of Spring.

O sweet rest of my pains,
Ivory arms embraced,
O beautiful eyes, clear fountains
That stream with pleasure,
O lap, sweet support, beautiful pillow enameled
For my weary head!

Your sweetnesses chosen in heaven,
Beautiful mouth that speaks,
Beneath your crimson lips
Open two pearly laughs;
What precious balm floats through the zephyrs
Of your warm sighs!

If I live, never ravished
May this life here be,
But if it is death, may life
Never have care for me:
If I live, if I die, O happy that day
Or paradise of love!

Théodore Agrippa d’Aubigné

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