I have just seen you pass all of these days,
A charming little steam cloud always far;
Your eyes are two blond captains in their gaze;
Your lip a handkerchief – red shortest bar –
Which flutters in a last farewell of blood!
I have just seen you pass; until, one day,
Drunk both on cruelty and sweetest time,
That charming little steam cloud, always far,
Forever will depart, that evening star!
The riggings; winds that will betray, so bent
Of woman, of a woman now long gone!
Your captains, coldest captains will charge on,
And it is I who'll have departed then.