Silhouettes

Chapter 71: À CLYMÈNE.

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A collection of lyric poems offering impressionistic sketches of urban and seaside scenes that linger on mood more than plot. Short pieces move through theatre, cafés, promenades, and nocturnes to explore fleeting sensations of love, memory, and aesthetic perception. Sensuous details—scent, music, and light—are foregrounded, and symbolist-inflected techniques emphasize atmosphere and subjective response rather than narrative development. The arrangement reads as a series of portraits and reveries that shift subtly between observation and delicate psychological insight.

À CLYMÈNE.

MYSTICAL strains unheard,
A song without a word,
Dearest, because thine eyes.
Pale as the skies,

Because thy voice, remote
As the far clouds that float
Veiling for me the whole
Heaven of the soul,

Because the stately scent
Of thy swan’s whiteness, blent
With the white lily’s bloom
Of thy perfume,

Ah! because thy dear love,
The music breathed above
By angels halo-crowned,
Odour and sound,

Hath, in my subtle heart,
With some mysterious art
Transposed thy harmony,
So let it be!