Ma petite ame, ma mignonne, <br />Tu t'en vas donc, má fille, et Dieu scache ou tu vas: <br />Tu pars seulette, nuë, et tremblotante, helas! <br />Que deviendra ton humeur folichonne? <br />Que deviendront tant de jolis ébats? <br /> <br />IMITATED. <br /> <br />Poor, little, pretty, fluttering thing, <br />Must we no longer live together? <br />And dost thou prune thy trembling wing, <br />To take thy flight thou know'st not whither? <br />Thy hum'rous vein, thy pleasing folly, <br />Lies all neglected, all forgot, <br />And pensive, wavering melancholy, <br />Thou dread'st, and hop'st, thou know'st not what.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-mons-fontenelle/
