And France, land of good wines and heroes brave!
Then let the maddening dance
Whirl thee away! O what a waving sea
Of tresses blond and dark all proudly blending!
O the hot breath that mingles
Itself with thine! O roses quickly faded!
O eyes that know to exchange the hasty flash
The while, of a thousand mingled notes the strain
Pours forth the sigh of pleasure acute to pain!
O sweet deflowering