Paroles
She who lies here, the fair and young,
The fond delight of ev'ry eye, by heaven was called away;
She sprung translated to her native sky:
There to remain a beauteous flower gain
More lovely sweet to grow eternally to scent that bower,
Untainted by the gales, the gales below.
Traduction
Celle qui est couchée ici, jeune et belle...
