Album Leaf

All at once and as in play

Mademoiselle having said she would

Hear a little on display

Of my diverse flutes the wood

It seems to me that this attempt

Before a landscape thus tried out

Has something in it good when I ended

For a look at your face just now

Yes this vain breath I exclude

To the very last of limits

My stiff fingers according to

Lacks means if it imitates

Your very natural and clear

Children’s laugh that charms the air.

Stéphane Mallarmé