Love
Confession
Translated by W. J. Robertson (1895) · From Lyra Celtica (1924)
Since I have lost the words, the flower
Of youth and the fresh April breeze ...
Give me thy lips; their perfumed dower
Shall be the whisper of the trees!
Since I have lost the deep sea’s sadness,
Her sobs, her restless surge, her graves ...
Breathe but a word; its grief or gladness
Shall be the murmur of the waves!
Since in my soul a sombre blossom
Broods, and the suns of yore take flight ...
O hide me in thy pallid bosom,
And it shall be the calm of night!
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MLA
l'Isle-Adam, Villiers de. “Confession.” Translated by W. J. Robertson. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/villiers-de-l-isle-adam/0/.
Chicago
l'Isle-Adam, Villiers de. “Confession.” Translated by W. J. Robertson. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/villiers-de-l-isle-adam/0/.
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