An alley in the Luxembourg Gardens

She passed, the girl,

as lively and swift as a bird:

In her hand a brilliant flower,

In her mouth a new refrain.

Perhaps she's the only one in the world,

Whose heart would respond to mine,

Who, approaching in my deep night,

Would light it with a single look.

But no, - my youth is finished...

Adieu, gentle beam which enlightened me...

Perfume, girl, harmony...

Happiness has passed, - it has fled!