I'd like to show your eyes the plains <br />And a forest green and ruddy, <br />Far off and soft <br />Under clear skies on the horizon, <br />Or some hills <br />With lovely slopes <br />So changing and supple and misty, <br />Seeming to melt in the sweetness of the air, <br />Either hills <br />Or forest. <br />I'd like <br />For you to hear <br />Strong, vast, deep, and tender, <br />The great dull voice of the sea <br />That moans <br />Like Love; <br />And once in a while <br />Right next to you, <br />In the interval, <br />I'd like you to hear <br />Right next to you <br />A dove <br />In the silence <br />Both soft and weak <br />Like Love a trifle in the shadows, <br />I'd like you to hear <br />The gushing of a spring <br />For your hands I'd like some flowers, <br />And for your steps <br />I'd like a little path, grassy and sandy <br />Going up a bit and coming down, <br />Turning and seeming <br />To approach the limits of silence. <br />A very little sandy path <br />Where your steps would leave faint marks, <br />Our steps <br />Together.<br /><br />Henri de Regnier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wish-43/
