We see the summer landscape, glimmering,
Lit by the steady-burning lights of heaven,
We scent the sweetness of the warm young night,
We hold the tender wind-flower, and still hear
The murmuring ripples on the sounding shore.
A Une Fleurette
FLEURETTE! Sur sa poitrine si blanche et belle
Combien sens-tu de joie! Quel insensé bon heur