with a flower which thou gavest to me,

I obeyed thee, thou didst submit to me;

oh gilded garret! to lace thee! to behold thee

going and coming from dawn in thy chemise,

gazing at thy young brow in thine ancient mirror!

And who, then, would forego the memory

of those days of aurora and the firmament,

of flowers, of gauze and of moire,