In a perfume of white roses

In a perfume of white roses

Eve sits and dreams;

and the shade is as beautiful as if an angel were reflected in it.

The shadow falls, the thicket sleeps;

on the blue paradise, among the leaves and branches,

a golden paradise opens.

On the shore a last distant wave is dying

A voice murmurs which just now was singing...

A murmur breathes out and dies away.

In the silence petals fall...