Albâtre
This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a peignoir
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
And the delicate white feet of her little white dog
Are not more delicate than she is,
Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts in whiteness
As she sits in the great chair
Between the two indolent candles.
Causa
I join these words for four people,
Some others may overhear them,
O world, I am sorry for you,
You do not know these four people.
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