Life passing evenly,
Waterfowl, waterfowl! often I dream
For a rest
Like your nest,
Skirting the stream.
Shine the sun tearfully
Ere the clouds clear fully,
Still you skim cheerfully,
Swallow, oh! swallow swift! often I sigh
For a home
Where you roam
Nearing the sky!
Guileless of pondering;
Swallow-eyes wandering;
Seeking no fonder ring
Than the rose-garland Love gives thee apart!
Grant me soon–
Blessed boon!
Home in thy heart!
Qui, géante, et jamais ne fermant la paupière,Presse un flot écumant entre ses flancs de pierre,Lutèce, si petite au temps de tes Césars,Et qui jette aujourd’hui, cité pleine de chars,Sous le nom éclatant dont le monde la nomme,Plus de clarté qu’Athène et plus de bruit que Rome.Pour toi qui dans les bois fais, comme l’eau…
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.I can no longer remain far from you.I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,Seeing nothing of outdoors, hearing no noiseAlone, unknown, my back curved, my hands crossed,Sorrowed, and the day for me will be as the night.I will not look at…
Fuir les alguazils ?– Ramez, disaient-elles.Comment, disaient-ils,Oublier querelles.Misère et périls ?– Dormez, disaient-elles.Comment, disaient-ils,Enchanter les bellesSans philtres subtils ?– Aimez, disaient-elles.
Of the snow at the Pole, where, a babe, I was bathedEre in bear and in walrus-skin I was enswathed.Then my father was strong, whom the years lowly bow,–A bison could wallow in the grooves of his brow.He is weak, very old–he can scarcely uptearA young pine-tree for staff since his legs cease to bear;But…
He bore bright victory through the dunKing-shadowed spheres;Proud Europe ‘neath his law of mightLow-bowed the knee.Thou, poor ape, hobble after aright,Petit, petit!Napoleon in the roar of fight,Calm and serene,Guided athwart the fiery flightHis eagle keen.Upon Arcola bridge he trod,And came forth free.Come! here is gold; adore thy god,Petit, petit!Viennas were his lights-o-love,He ravished them;Blithely he…
Des flammes frissonnaient sur mes lèvres hardies ;Elle acceptait l’amour et tous ses incendies,Rêvait au tutoiement, se risquait pas à pas,Ne se refusait point et ne se livrait pas ;Sa tendre obéissance était haute et sereine ;Elle savait se faire esclave et rester reine,Suprême grâce ! et quoi de plus inattenduQue d’avoir tout donné sans…
