Excerpt from Lettres A la Fiancée, 1820-1822

Laissez - moi me cacher, moi l'heureux et le sage, Pour pleurer avec vous!

J'avais donc dix-huit ans! J'étais donc plein de songes! L'espérance en chantant me berçait de mensonges. Un astre m'avait lui! J'étais un dieu pour toi qu'en mon coeur seul je nomme. J'étais donc cet enfant, hélas, devant qui l'homme Rougit presque aujourd'hui.

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