Your soul is like a painter's landscape where br charming masks in shepherd mummeries br are playing lutes and dancing with an air br of being sad in their fantastic guise. br Even while they sing, all in a minor key, br of love triumphant and life's careless boon, br they seem in doubt of their felicity, br their song melts in the calm light of the moon, br the lovely melancholy light that sets br the little birds to dreaming in the tree br and among the statues makes the jets br of slender fountains sob with ecstasy. br br br (translated by C. F.