Le distraite. The Distracted One

THE DISTRACTED ONE

DEIGN, Laura, to return with the season of rains, With your perfumed presence, and your shoulder that leans On my slow tenderness attentive to your step, Laura, such a beautiful look that does not look, Deign, head with those great eyes which to the heavens stray, While you walk in a dream, your feet doomed to the puddles Quench their shining mirrors with the mud all around, Deign, belovéd, listen to the things that you say ...