"_De verre pour frémir, d'airain pour résister._"
"_À vos pieds, mademoiselle._"
"HUGO VICTOR."
Maiden, with thine eyes of blue,
Flow'ret gemmed with morning dew,
Let thy stalk grow hard and strong,
That when fiends of hate and wrong
Bluster through thy youth's domain,
Thou mayst well thyself maintain:
_Pour résister, sois l'airain_.
When pure angels of delight
O'er thy garden wend their flight,
Show'ring magic gifts on thee,
Music, art, and poesie,
Then thy dewy heart lay bare
To the loving, vibrant air:
_Alors, frémis comme le verre_.
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