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How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun over there over there	B
beyond the high wall How quietly the Seine runs in loops and windings	C
over there over there sliding through the green countryside Like ships	C
of the line stately with canvas the tall clouds pass along the sky	A
over the glittering roof over the trees over the looped and curving river	D
A breeze quivers through the linden trees Roses bloom at Malmaison	E
Roses Roses But the road is dusty Already the Citoyenne Beauharnais	C
wearies of her walk Her skin is chalked and powdered with dust	F
she smells dust and behind the wall are roses Roses with	G
smooth open petals poised above rippling leaves Roses	C
They have told her so The Citoyenne Beauharnais shrugs her shoulders	C
and makes a little face She must mend her pace if she would be back	H
in time for dinner Roses indeed The guillotine more likely	I
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The tiered clouds float over Malmaison and the slate roof sparkles	C
in the sun	E
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II	A
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Gallop Gallop The General brooks no delay Make way good people	J
and scatter out of his path you and your hens and your dogs	C
and your children The General is returned from Egypt and is come	K
in a caleche' and four to visit his new property Throw open the gates	C
you Porter of Malmaison Pull off your cap my man this is your master	D
the husband of Madame Faster Faster A jerk and a jingle	J
and they are arrived he and she Madame has red eyes Fie It is for joy	L
at her husband's return Learn your place Porter A gentleman here	M
for two months Fie Fie then Since when have you taken to gossiping	N
Madame may have a brother I suppose That all green and red	O
and glitter with flesh as dark as ebony that is a slave a bloodthirsty	I
stabbing slashing heathen come from the hot countries to cure your tongue	P
of idle whispering	N
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A fine afternoon it is with tall bright clouds sailing over the trees	C
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'Bonaparte mon ami the trees are golden like my star the star I pinned	Q
to your destiny when I married you The gypsy you remember her prophecy	I
My dear friend not here the servants are watching send them away	R
and that flashing splendour Roustan Superb Imperial but	S
My dear your arm is trembling I faint to feel it touching me No no	E
Bonaparte not that spare me that did we not bury that last night	T
You hurt me my friend you are so hot and strong Not long Dear	U
no thank God not long '	-
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The looped river runs saffron for the sun is setting It is getting dark	V
Dark Darker In the moonlight the slate roof shines palely milkily white	T
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The roses have faded at Malmaison nipped by the frost What need for roses	C
Smooth open petals her arms Fragrant outcurved petals her breasts	C
He rises like a sun above her stooping to touch the petals press them wider	D
Eagles Bees What are they to open roses A little shivering breeze	C
runs through the linden trees and the tiered clouds blow across the sky	A
like ships of the line stately with canvas	C
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III	A
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The gates stand wide at Malmaison stand wide all day The gravel	J
of the avenue glints under the continual rolling of wheels	C
An officer gallops up with his sabre clicking a mameluke gallops down	E
with his charger kicking Valets de pied' run about in ones and twos	C
and groups like swirled blown leaves Tramp Tramp The guard is changing	N
and the grenadiers off duty lounge out of sight ranging along the roads	C
toward Paris	C
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The slate roof sparkles in the sun but it sparkles milkily vaguely	I
the great glass houses put out its shining Glass stone and onyx	C
now for the sun's mirror Much has come to pass at Malmaison	E
New rocks and fountains blocks of carven marble fluted pillars uprearing	N
antique temples vases and urns in unexpected places bridges of stone	E
bridges of wood arbours and statues and a flood of flowers everywhere	B
new flowers rare flowers parterre after parterre of flowers Indeed	W
the roses bloom at Malmaison It is youth youth untrammeled and advancing	N
trundling a country ahead of it as though it were a hoop Laughter	D
and spur janglings in tessellated vestibules Tripping of clocked	X
and embroidered stockings in little low heeled shoes over smooth grass plots	C
India muslins spangled with silver patterns slide through trees	C
mingle separate white day fireflies flashing moon brilliance	C
in the shade of foliage	Y
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'The kangaroos I vow Captain I must see the kangaroos '	-
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'As you please dear Lady but I recommend the shady linden alley	I
and feeding the cockatoos '	-
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'They say that Madame Bonaparte's breed of sheep is the best in all France '	-
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'And oh have you seen the enchanting little cedar she planted	Z
when the First Consul sent home the news of the victory of Marengo '	-
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Picking choosing the chattering company flits to and fro Over the trees	C
the great clouds go tiered stately like ships of the line	E
bright with canvas	C
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Prisoners' base and its swooping veering racing giggling bumping	N
The First Consul runs plump into M de Beauharnais and falls	C
But he picks himself up smartly and starts after M Isabey Too late	A2
M Le Premier Consul Mademoiselle Hortense is out after you Quickly	I
my dear Sir Stir your short legs she is swift and eager and as graceful	J
as her mother She is there that other playing too but lightly warily	I
bearing herself with care rather floating out upon the air than running	N
never far from goal She is there borne up above her guests	C
as something indefinably fair a rose above periwinkles A blown rose	C
smooth as satin reflexed one loosened petal hanging back and down	E
A rose that undulates languorously as the breeze takes it	B2
resting upon its leaves in a faintness of perfume	C2
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There are rumours about the First Consul Malmaison is full of women	E
and Paris is only two leagues distant Madame Bonaparte stands	C
on the wooden bridge at sunset and watches a black swan	E
pushing the pink and silver water in front of him as he swims	C
crinkling its smoothness into pleats of changing colour with his breast	D2
Madame Bonaparte presses against the parapet of the bridge	Y
and the crushed roses at her belt melt petal by petal into the pink water	D
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IV	-
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A vile day Porter But keep your wits about you The Empress	C
will soon be here Queer without the Emperor It is indeed	W
but best not consider that Scratch your head and prick up your ears	C
Divorce is not for you to debate about She is late Ah well	E2
the roads are muddy The rain spears are as sharp as whetted knives	C
They dart down and down edged and shining Clop trop Clop trop	F2
A carriage grows out of the mist Hist Porter You can keep on your hat	G2
It is only Her Majesty's dogs and her parrot Clop trop	F2
The Ladies in Waiting Porter Clop trop It is Her Majesty At least	H2
I suppose it is but the blinds are drawn	E
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'In all the years I have served Her Majesty she never before passed the gate	A2
without giving me a smile '	-
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You're a droll fellow to expect the Empress to put out her head	O
in the pouring rain and salute you She has affairs of her own	E
to think about	I2
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Clang the gate no need for further waiting nobody else will be coming	N
to Malmaison to night	T
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White under her veil drained and shaking the woman crosses the antechamber	D
Empress Empress Foolish splendour perished to dust Ashes of roses	C
ashes of youth Empress forsooth	G
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Over the glass domes of the hot houses drenches the rain Behind her	D
a clock ticks ticks again The sound knocks upon her thought	J2
with the echoing shudder of hollow vases She places her hands on her ears	C
but the minutes pass knocking Tears in Malmaison And years to come	K
each knocking by minute after minute Years many years and tears	C
and cold pouring rain	E
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'I feel as though I had died and the only sensation I have	-
is that I am no more '	-
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Rain Heavy th	G

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