Little lady mouse,
Black upon the grey of light;
Little lady mouse,
Grey upon the night.
Now they ring the bell,
All good prisoners slumber deep;
Now they ring the bell,
Nothing now but sleep.
Only pleasant dreams,
Love's enough for thinking of;
Only pleasant dreams,
Long live love!
Moonlight over all,
Someone snoring heavily;
Moonlight over all
In reality.
Now there comes a cloud,
It is dark as midnight here;
Now there comes a cloud,
Dawn begins to peer.
Little lady mouse,
Rosy in a ray of blue,
Little lady mouse:
Up now, all of you!
_From Chansons pour Elle_
You believe that there may be
Luck in strangers in the tea:
I believe only in your eyes.
You believe in fairy-tales,
Days one wins and days one fails:
I believe only in your lies.
You believe in heavenly powers,
In some saint to whom one prays
Or in some Ave that one says.
I believe only in the hours,
Coloured with the rosy lights
You rain for me on sleepless nights.
And so firmly I receive
These for truth, that I believe
That only for your sake I live.
_From Epigrammes_
When we go together, if I may see her again,
Into the dark wood and the rain;
When we are drunken with air and the sun's delight
At the brink of the river of light;
When we are homeless at last, for a moment's space
Without city or abiding-place;
And if the slow good-will of the world still seem
To cradle us in a dream;
Then, let us sleep the last sleep with no leave-taking,
And God will see to the waking.