Tears of gold

Tears hanging from the flowers,

Tears of springs lost

In the mossy hollows of the rocks;

Autumnal tears spread,

Painful tears of horns heard

In the great woods.

Tears of Latin bells,

Carmelites, Feuillantines...

Voices of belfries in fervour;

Tears, silvery songs

In the Florentine bowls

At the bottom of the dreamy garden;

Tears of starry nights,

Tears of veiled flutes

In the blue of the sleepy park;

Beaded tears of long eyelashes,

Tears of a mistress flowing

As far as the soul of the lover;

Drops of ecstasy, deliciously grief-stricken,

Let nights fall! Let flowers fall! Let eyes fall!

And you, my love, may you be the sweet harmonious flood,

Who, rich from the dried-up treasure of empty urns,

Drives a great sad dream to the seas of languid evenings.