(Constant Troyon, 1810-1865)
Flow through me softly tonight,
caress my shore as though it were me,
sing silently yet constantly,
I will shed green tears to you,
may they flow with you peacefully,
shall we be seen as one,
together is our beauty here,
as in past was our life,
our wish to be as two now,
one guided by the other,
let the solitude be our home.