[Left on Enjolras' pillow before Grantaire left for The Rose]
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup, Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands, Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;
Since it was granted to me to hear you utter Words in which the mysterious heart sighs, Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;
Since I have seen over my enraptured head A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled! Since I have seen falling to my life’s flood The leaf of a rose snatched from out your days,
Now at last I can say to the fleeting years: – Pass by! Pass by, forever! No more age! Away with you and all your withered flowers, I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
Your wings, brushing it, spill never a drop From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench. My soul possesses more fire than you have ashes! My heart more love than your forgetfulness!