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(arv) Cette ann\u00e9e-l\u00e0, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow traduit en anglais le sonnet d\u2019Arvers<\/p>\n
My Secret<\/span><\/p>\n My soul its secret has, my life too has its mystery, Alas\u00a0! I shall have passed close by her unperceived, For her, though God has made her gentle and endearing\u00a0; Will say, when she shall read these lines full of her beauty, —————————————————————————————————————————<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" ———————————————————————————————————————- (arv) Cette ann\u00e9e-l\u00e0, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow traduit en anglais le sonnet d\u2019Arvers My Secret My soul its secret has, my life too has its mystery, A love eternal in a moment\u2019s space conceived\u00a0; Hopeless the evil is, I have not told its history, And she who was the cause nor knew it nor believed. … Continuer la lecture de incise 1859<\/span>
\nA love eternal in a moment\u2019s space conceived\u00a0;
\nHopeless the evil is, I have not told its history,
\nAnd she who was the cause nor knew it nor believed.<\/p>\n
\nForever at her side, and yet forever\u00a0lonely,
\nI shall unto the end have made life\u2019s journey, only
\nDaring to ask for naught, and having naught received.<\/p>\n
\nShe will go on her way distraught and without hearing
\nThese murmurings of love that round her steps ascend,
\nPiously faithful still unto her austere duty,<\/p>\n
\n\u00ab\u00a0 Who can this woman be\u00a0?\u00a0\u00bb and will not comprehend.<\/p>\n