The anemone and flower that weeps br have grown in the garden plain br where Melancholy sleeps br between Amor and Disdain br There our shadows linger too br that the midnight will disperse br the sun that makes them dark to view br will with them in dark immerse br The deities of living dew br Let their hair flow down entire br It must be that you pursue br That lovely shadow you desirebr br Guillaume Apollinairebr br