Oh! Quand je dors
Oh, whilst I sleep
Hugo
Whilst I sleep, O, come by my bed
As Laura came to Petrarch,
And in passing, let me feel your breath;
Then my lips will part.
On my sad brow, which may reveal
That some black thought has lingered,
Let your gaze alight like a rising star;
And my dream will be transfigured.
Then, on my lips, aflame
With the light of love God himself made pure,
Place a kiss; no longer angel, now a woman;
And my soul will awaken.
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