La Jeune Fille.
“Elle était bien belle, le matin, sans atours!”
HOW fair, at dawn, how simply did she go,Watching her new-born garden flowrets thrive,Spying her bees in their ambrosial hive,Ling’ring beside each hedge and hawthorn row!How fair at eventide lead on the mazeOf the mad dance, whilst in her massy hairSapphires and roses woven crowned more fairThat face illumined by the torches’ blaze!How fair was she beneath her pure soft veil,Outfloating wide upon the listening night;Silent we stood and far, to watch that sight,Happy to glimpse her in the starlight pale.How fair was she! Each day some sweetness gave,Some vague dear hope, pure thoughts and free from care.Love, love was all she lacked, to grow more fair.Peace!... Through the fields they bear her to the grave!...
HOW fair, at dawn, how simply did she go,Watching her new-born garden flowrets thrive,Spying her bees in their ambrosial hive,Ling’ring beside each hedge and hawthorn row!How fair at eventide lead on the mazeOf the mad dance, whilst in her massy hairSapphires and roses woven crowned more fairThat face illumined by the torches’ blaze!How fair was she beneath her pure soft veil,Outfloating wide upon the listening night;Silent we stood and far, to watch that sight,Happy to glimpse her in the starlight pale.How fair was she! Each day some sweetness gave,Some vague dear hope, pure thoughts and free from care.Love, love was all she lacked, to grow more fair.Peace!... Through the fields they bear her to the grave!...
HOW fair, at dawn, how simply did she go,Watching her new-born garden flowrets thrive,Spying her bees in their ambrosial hive,Ling’ring beside each hedge and hawthorn row!
HOW fair, at dawn, how simply did she go,
HOW fair, at dawn, how simply did she go,
Watching her new-born garden flowrets thrive,
Spying her bees in their ambrosial hive,
Ling’ring beside each hedge and hawthorn row!
How fair at eventide lead on the mazeOf the mad dance, whilst in her massy hairSapphires and roses woven crowned more fairThat face illumined by the torches’ blaze!
How fair at eventide lead on the maze
Of the mad dance, whilst in her massy hair
Sapphires and roses woven crowned more fair
That face illumined by the torches’ blaze!
How fair was she beneath her pure soft veil,Outfloating wide upon the listening night;Silent we stood and far, to watch that sight,Happy to glimpse her in the starlight pale.
How fair was she beneath her pure soft veil,
Outfloating wide upon the listening night;
Silent we stood and far, to watch that sight,
Happy to glimpse her in the starlight pale.
How fair was she! Each day some sweetness gave,Some vague dear hope, pure thoughts and free from care.Love, love was all she lacked, to grow more fair.Peace!... Through the fields they bear her to the grave!...
How fair was she! Each day some sweetness gave,
Some vague dear hope, pure thoughts and free from care.
Love, love was all she lacked, to grow more fair.
Peace!... Through the fields they bear her to the grave!...