Emma Shapplin

Since in this slight hour
In my laughter, you have mixed
All your bitter poison
And in my heart also ...

Get the hence !
Return to your nights
Hence, alone to your torments

Henceforth, may my sighs
Slumber and be silent
Leave me motionless
On the wave
I would sleep
My memory as
Ash dishevelled

I fall... and no one
Comes to raise me
When I am dashed
In your heart
Alas! Living has taught me nothing ...

Henceforth, may my sighs
Slumber and be silent
Leave me motionless
On the wave
I would sleep
My memory as
Ash dishevelled.