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Victor Hugo - Sweet Sister
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Sweet sister, if you knew, like me,
The charms of guileless infancy,
No more you`d envy riper years,
Or smiles, more bitter than your tears.

But childhood passes in an hour,
As perfume from a faded flower;
The joyous voice of early glee
Flies, like the Halcyon, o`er the sea.

Enjoy your morn of early Spring;
Soon time maturer thoughts must bring;
Those hours, like flowers that interclimb,
Should not be withered ere their time.

Too soon you`ll weep, as we do now,
O`er faithless friend, or broken vow,
And hopeless sorrows, which our pride
In pleasure`s whirl would vainly hide.

Laugh on! unconscious of thy doom,
All innocence and opening bloom;
Laugh on! while yet thine azure eye
Mirrors the peace that reigns on high.
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