Now I’m lying down-faced
- Furious ! - on the bed.
Feeling if you wanted
To be my student,
I'd be up for the very moment,
- Hear me, my student ? -
In gold and silver,
Undine and Salamander.
We would sit near the fire
On a carpet's amber.
Night, fire, a face moonlit…
- Hear me, my student?
And unrestrained – my steed
Loves the furious pace! –
I would throw the Past -
By packs - into a fireplace:
Roses and books senescent.
Hear me, my student?
And when this ashy pile
Has finally calmed down, -
Oh my, what miracles of you
I would draw out!
Your youth would resurrect!
- Hear me, my student ? -
And if you would decide
To dash into a science trap
I would be overjoyed,
Wringing my hands,
Feeling, you’re great!
- Hear me, my student?
1913
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