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The Lake
(1876, 1 sept. Translated by Dimitrie Cuclin) Water lilies load all over The blue lake amid the woods, That imparts, while in white circles Startling, to a boat its moods. And along the strands I'm passing Listening, waiting, in unrest, That she from the reeds may issue And fall, gently, on my breast; That we may jump in the little Boat, while water's voices whelm All our feelings; that enchanted I may drop my oars and helm; That all charmed we may be floating While moon's kindly light surrounds Us, winds cause the reeds to rustle And the waving water sounds. But she does not come; abandoned, Vainly I endure and sigh Prostate, as the water lilies On the blue lake ever lie.
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