208 
LE BALCON 
 
 
I have the art to evoke delicious hours 
 And live my past again between thy knees ;   
Why should I seek thy beauty’s languorous dowers 
 Save in thy body’s passion, thine heart’s ease 
I have the art to evoke delicious hours. 
 
These vows, these scents, these kisses infinite 
 Shall be reborn from gulfs we may not sound, 
So scale the sky, young suns, in choral flight, 
 Winged from their lustral lapse in seas profound !   
O vows !  O scents !  O kisses infinite !