Le bois amical. The friendly wood

THE FRIENDLYWOOD

WE have thought only of pure things Side by side, on untrodden paths, Each of us felt for the other's hand Speechless... among hidden flowers;

We walked together as if betrothed Alone, in the meadow's green night; We portioned out enchantment's fruits The friendly moon of the insane

And then, we were dead upon the moss, Far off, alone in the shadow's soft Of this private and murmurous wood;

And on high, in the light immense, We found that we were both in tears O my dear companion of silence!