Odelet

 

(From the French of Henri de Regnier)

If I have Sunday
Of my love, ‘tis to the water slow
Which listens to me when I browse
Over it; if I have sung
Of my love, ‘tis to the winds that blow
And laugh between the forest boughs;
If I have sung
Of my love, ‘tis to the swallow
Which passes and sings
With the wind’s wings;
If I have sung
‘Tis to the echo!

If I have loved with a great love,
Gay or with sighs,
It was you eyes;
If I have loved with a great love,
It was your grave and tender mouth,
Warmed with the south;
If I have loved with a great love,
It was your hands so smooth and sleek,
Safe in your shadow then I cease to seek!