The birds began their light music;
The trees exchanged the first chafer;
And we saw in the distance passing a shepherdess
Who kept a flock of mist and sheep.
The grass was bathed in a bath of dew;
The sun was rising on today’s day;
Each leaf seemed, by the morning, dew,
And the freshness of yesterday was sleeping on every fruit.
In a flower bed bordered with sorrel,
The artichokes grew majestically;
On the wall above a currant bush,
The chasselas powdered with lime hung;
Rosemonde Gérard Rostand
Recueil : "Les Pipeaux
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