Reverie 123

Since here on earth each soul Gives someone Its music, its ardour, Or its perfume Since here all things Will always give Their thorns or roses To those they love Since the breeze gives To the branch the bird And dawn to the periwinkle Gives of its dew Since when they come To settle there, The briny waves Give the shore a kiss; I give you, at this hour Inclining over you The finest things I have in me! Accept, then, my thoughts Sad though they be Which like drops of dew Come to you as tears! Accept my countless vows O my loves! Accept the flame and the shade Of all my days! My frenzied rapture Devoid of all distrust And all the caresses Of my songs!