I thought this heart [enkindled]1 lay
On Cupid's burning shrine:
I thought he stole thy heart away,
And placed it near to mine.
I saw thy heart begin to melt,
Like ice before the sun;
Till both a glow congenial felt,
And mingled into one!
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• A. Rubinstein
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1 in one edition of Rubinstein: "consuming"
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Un rêve", copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Je pensais que ce cœur enflammé
Reposait sur l’autel ardent de Cupidon :
Je croyais qu’il avait dérobé ton cœur
Et l’avait placé près du mien.
Je vis ton cœur commencer à fondre,
Comme la glace devant le soleil ;
Jusqu’à ce que tous deux, dans une brûlante attirance,
Ils ne fassent plus qu’un !