Poet Lore/Volume 35/Number 3/Fantaisie

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4073016Poet Lore, vol. 35, Autumn number — Fantaisie1924Gérard de Nerval


By Gerard de Nerval

Translated By Frances Taylor

There is an air for which I would exchange
Rossini, Mozart, Weber, one and all—
An ancient tune, drowsy, funeral,
That stirs me with a charm remote and strange.

For every time I hear it played it seems
Two hundred years slip from my world-worn soul:
Louis XIII still reigns—the yellow beams
Of sunset kiss a little grassy knoll.

Then a brick castle with stone corners shows
Its windows pageanted with rosy hue,
Girdled with spreading parks; a river flows
Bathing its feet, the flowering meadows through.

Then to its topmost window comes a lady
Blond, with dark eyes, apparelled as of yore,
Whom in some long-forgotten life, it may be,
I saw!—and I remember evermore!

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