Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des mattresses <br />Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen ! <br />Oh ! all my joy and all my duty thou ! <br />The beauty of caresses that have been, <br />The evenings and the hearth remember now, <br />Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen ! <br /> <br />The evenings burning with the glowing fire, <br />And on the balcony, the rose-stained nights! <br />How sweet, how kind you were, my soul's desire. <br />We said things wonderful as chrysolites, <br />When evening burned beside the glowing fire. <br /> <br />How fair the Sun is in the evening ! <br />How strong the soul, how high the heaven's high tower ! <br />O first and last of every worshipped thing, <br />Your odorous heart's-blood filled me like a flower. <br />How fair the sun is in the evening ! <br /> <br />The night grew deep between us like a pall, <br />And in the dark I guessed your shining eyes, <br />And drank your breath, O sweet, O honey-gall! <br />Your little feet slept on me sister-wise. <br />The night grew deep between us like a pall; <br /> <br />I can call back the days desirable, <br />And live all bliss again between your knees, <br />For where else can I find that magic spell <br />Save in your heart and in your Mysteries ? <br />I can call back the days desirable. <br /> <br />These vows, these scents, these kisses infinite, <br />Will they like young suns climbing up the skies <br />Rise up from some unfathomable pit, <br />Washed in the sea from all impurities ? <br />O vows, O scents, O kisses infinite !<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/le-balcon/
