Through the wide-open window
Georges Adolphe Hüe
Through the wide-open window,
a wild odor of lilac
rises to me
from the garden.
The night is calm and peaceful.
The poplars are still
in the fairy moonlight,
discrete and weary.
Before the sky, I dream of the dream
that perfumed my soul
with its too-brief sweetness.
Alas!