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Tender flowers, light as the sea's foam, Graced our garden way; The lapsing wind would give your hands caress And with your hair would play.

The shade was kind to our united steps That wandered soberly; And from the village a child's song arose To fill infinity.

Our ponds extended in the autumn light Beneath the guarding reed, And the wood's forehead showed its mobile crown To pools upon the mead.

And we, who knew our hearts were murmuring In union but one prayer, Thought that it was our peaceful life the eve Showed unveiled there.

Supremely then you saw the sky aglow For a farewell caress; And long and long you looked on it with eyes Filled with mute tenderness.