All at once, as if in play, br Mademoiselle, she who moots br a wish to hear how it sounds today br the wood of my several flutes br br It seems to me that this foray br tried out here in a country place br was better when I put them away br to look more closely at your face br br Yet this vain whistling I suppress br in so far as I can create br given my fingers pure distress br lacking the means to imitate br br Your very natural and clear br childlike laughter that charms the earbr br Stéphane Mallarmébr br