SONGS OF LA MOUCHE
My love welled up in a dry and desolate land,
A hidden spring that trickled away unseen,
Revealed alone by blossoming bowers that stand,
Where no blossoms had been.
A hidden spring that trickled away unseen,
Revealed alone by blossoming bowers that stand,
Where no blossoms had been.
But my tiny spring is swollen by summer rain
To an open flood, and the stagnant pools are filled
With eddying joy from a torrent that races to gain
The sea, and be stilled.
To an open flood, and the stagnant pools are filled
With eddying joy from a torrent that races to gain
The sea, and be stilled.
Flowerets quicken, sweet birds with melody wake
The silent valley and slopes of the echoing hills,
For over the thirsty meadows fresh waters break
In a thousand rills.
The silent valley and slopes of the echoing hills,
For over the thirsty meadows fresh waters break
In a thousand rills.
So joy sprang up from a tempest of wayward tears,
And my lonely life is gay with awakening song:
Open and unashamed my love appears
Careless and strong.
And my lonely life is gay with awakening song:
Open and unashamed my love appears
Careless and strong.
Paris, 1856.
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