To Sanson

O love, do not call me a star! 'Tis too cold and bright, and too far Away from your arms; I would be, The life drops that flow in your veins, The pulses that throb in your heart. My bosom should be the warm sea Of forgetfulness, tinged with the stains Of the sunset, when day-dreams depart; You should drink at its fountain of kisses, Drink mad of its fathomless deep;

Submerged in an ocean of blisses, I'd be something to kiss and to keep. Loving, and tender, and true, I'd be nearer, oh! nearer to you Than the glittering meteors are; Then, love, do not call me a star. REVENITA.