Paul Verlaine. (№ 248617)

To your soul looking through the tender eyes,
I saw there exquisite scenery,
Where wandering around with a lute fancy masks
The Marquise Piero and Colombina page.
They sing love and praise the lust,
But in a minor way the melody sounds the strings
And I think they themselves don't believe in happiness,
And their song merged with the glow of the moon.