Come, darling! the forests
Are inclining themselves toward you,
And everything awaits you
In silence here!

   The heavens, I beg you, 
How empty they are of clouds!
The moon in the middle,
The stars all around!

   The heavens reflected
In the unruffled water-spring surrounded by twilight,
This place in the shade, 
This other place so bright!

   In the shadow, love’s
Delight that entices you;
Whispering to you 
That much still remains to be discovered.

   There remain 
So many sweet secrets;
Such a tight embracing;
Such blissful play!

   There is soughing! there tremble
Upon every tree
The branches; there sway
The birdlets in their dreams.

   Come, darling! the forests
Are inclining themselves toward you,
And everything awaits you
In silence here!

 ... 

   This swaying, this trembling
Of the leaves in the pond -- --
Oh, Love, your premonitions, 
Oh, Love, your realm!