Réveil
Partout s’entremêlent, brouillés,
Des rayons troubles et mouillés
A l’ombre mal évanouie.
L’aurore se réveille en larmes;
On entend s’égoutter les charmes
Au bord des routes éblouies.
Au-dessus des orges violettes
Et rosées, un chant d’alouette
Éclate rapide et vivace;
Et, venant des lointains perdus,
Un son de cloche répandu
Moire, en larges ondes, l’espace.
Awakening
The blurring sun’s rays everywhere
Opaque and moist, twine in the air
With shadows only faintly there.
The dawn awakens full of tears;
The dripping of its charms one hears
From dazzled roadsides in one’s ears.
Above the barley mauve and rose
The skylark’s song just grows and grows
and then vivaciously explodes.
And, coming from some distant place,
A chiming bell spreads out its trace,
Makes waves that shimmer out of space.
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