En sourdine
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Author: Gabriel Faure
Calm in the half-light
made by the high branches
let us fully imbue our love
with this profound silence

Blend our souls, our hearts
and our enraptured senses
amidst the vague languor
of the pines and the arbutus

Close your eyes halfway
cross your arms on your breast
and from your sleeping heart
chase away all purpose forever

Let us be persuaded
by the breath, rocking and sweet,
that comes to your feet to wrinkle
the waves of russet grass

and when, solemnly, the evening
falls from dark oak trees
voice of our despair
the nightingale will sing.