++ Why is my soul sad? ++
Why you moan ceaselessly,
O my soul? Answer me!
Where from comes this weight of sadness
Who presses on you today?
In the grave which wastes us,
Crying, you do not still have
Led your last friends!
The serene celestial body of your life
Still rises; and envy
Look why you moan!
Where am I? Is it me? I wake up
Of a dream which is not finished!
Everything was promise and marvel
In an infinite future!
I was young!... Regrettably! My years
On my head fall faded
And will never blossom again!
My heart was full! He is empty!
My fertile breast he is dry!
I liked! Where are the ones that I liked?
And nevertheless it is necessary to live still,
Sleep, wake up alternately,
And be lying about of dawn in dawn
This returning burden of days?
When we drank up to the dregs
The cup écumante of life,
Ah! To break her would be the good!
To hope, to wait, it is to live!
That serves to count and to follow
Days which bring nothing more?
I am a vampire and my soul is so tired....
So much drunk blood the dregs...
He still pours on my lips, i am so tired......
Alphonse de LAMARTINE ( 1790-1869 )