Dame's violets

Dame's violets, dame's violets!

Dark eyes, soulful,

It is blissful to immerse oneself

In this velvet blue.

Green leaves aspire happily

To brighten you, to adorn you,

But you gaze at her earnestly and silently

In the gentle spring breeze.

Yes, so you bind the poet:

With the radiance of exalted wistfulness,

You touch his loyal heart,

And now in silent nights

Our holy union flourishes.

[Ineffable, unfathomable,

And the world turns pale and sinks.]