Sur L'herbe [english]
“The abbe rambles.”-”You, marquis,
Have put your wig on all awry.”-
“This wine of Cyprus kindles me
Less, my Camargo, than your eye!”
“My passion”-”Do, mi, sol, la, si.”-
“Abbe, your villany lies bare.”-
“Mesdames, I climb up yonder tree
And fetch a star down, I declare.”
“Let each kiss his own lady, then
The others.”-”Would that I were, too,
A lap-dog!”-”Softly, gentlemen!”-
“Do, mi.”-”The moon!”-”Hey, how d'ye do?”
Paul Verlaine
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