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MORE STRONG THAN TIME
SINCE I have set my lips to your full cup,my sweet,
Victor Hugo
Translation:Andrew Lang
Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,
Since I have known your soul,and all the bloom of it,
And all the perfume rare,now buried in the shade;
Since it was given to me to hear on happy while,
The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries,
Since I have seen you weep,and since I have seen you smile,
Your lips upon my lips,and your eyes upon my eyes;
Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam,
A ray, a single ray,of your star,veiled always,
Since I have felt the fall,upon my lifetime's stream,
Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;
I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours,
Pass, pass upon your way,for I grow never old,
Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers,
One rose that none may pluck,within my heart I hold.
Your flying wings may smite,but they can never spill
The cup fulfilled of love,from which my lips are wet;
My heart has far more fire than you can frost to chill,
My soul more love than you can make my soul forget.
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Love Always! Love more!
Let us love always! Let love endure!
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Victor Hugo
When love departs,hope flies away.
Love is the cry of the dawn,
Love is the hymn of the night.
What the streams say to the shore
What the wind says to the old mountains,
What the stars say to the clouds,
Is one ineffable word: Love!
Love dreams, lives and believes.
Love warms the heart.
A beam greater than glory
And this beam is happiness!
Love! whether we praise or blame them ,
Big hearts will always love:
Join this youth of the soul
To the youth of your brow!
Love,to bring charm to your hours!
So that one may see in your beautiful eyes
The mysterious smile
of interior voulptuous pleasures!
Let us love always and more!
Let us unite better each day,
Trees grow their foliage;
That our souls should grow in love.
Let us be the mirror and image!
Let us be the flower and the perfume!
Lovers, who are alone beneath the shade,
Feel as two and are but one!
Poets search for beauties.
Woman, angel of pure tastes,
Loves to refresh beneath its wings
These large blazing and dreaming brows.
Come to us, touching beauties!
Come to me,you, my very self, my law!
Angel, come to me when you sing,
And, when you cry, come to me!
We alone understand your ecstasies,
For our spirit does not mock;
For poets are the vases
Where ladies send their hearts.
I prefer rather than that which enervates
The arrogance of the soldier or the king,
The shadow that you place upon my life
When your brow inclines to me.
All ambition kindled
In our spirit, that subtle brazier,
Crumbles to ashes or flies in smoke,
And one says: "What will remain"?
All pleasure,a flower hardly in blossom
In our dark and tarnished April,
Sheds it's leaves and dies, lily, myrtle or rose,
And one says to oneself: "It is finished"!
Only love remains.O noble lady,
If you want, on this base journey,
to guard your faith, to save your soul,
to keep your God, keep love!
Conserve in your heart,without fearing anything,
If you should cry and suffer,
The flame that cannot be extinguished
And the flower that cannot die!
I wish my love & hope would fly high, too... :)
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