(From Paul Verlaine.)
Mystical chords
Songs without words
Dearest, because your eyes
Color of the skies.
Because your voice estranges
My vision, and deranges
And troubles the horizon
Of my reason.
Because your hidden slightness
Like a swan’s graceful whiteness
Has filled my soul’s room
With your perfume.
Because all of my being
In my breathing and seeing
Is a lingering like flowers
Of your hours.
A nimbus that dances
In my heart and entrances,
So shall it ever be
Through infinity.
W. FALKNER.