Mystical singing-birds,
romances without words,
dear, because your eyes
the shade of skies,
because your voice, strange
vision that will derange,
troubling the horizon
of my reason,
because the rare perfume
of your swanlike paleness,
because the innocence
of your fragrance,
ah, because all your being,
music so piercing,
clouds of lost angels,
tones and scents,
has by soft cadences
with its correspondences,
lured my subtle heart, oh
let it be so!
By Paul Verlaine
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