The Distracted One

Would you, Laura, when the rainy season comes,

All perfume, with a shoulder that so plumbs

The tender feelings in me following your walk,

Laura, look of beauty who at nothing look,

Would you, with your great eyes in the heavens lost,

Whereas with a dreamy step, your feet to ponds engrossed

Steep in brightsome mirrors mud makes on your way,

Would you, dear, hearken to the things you say...

Paul Valéry