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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

To Pépa

By Alfred de Musset (1810–1857)

PÉPA! when the night has come,

And mamma has bid good-night,

By thy light, half-clad and dumb,

As thou kneelest out of sight;

Laid by, cap and sweeping vest

Ere thou sinkest to repose,

At the hour when half at rest

Folds thy soul as folds a rose;

When sweet Sleep, the sovereign mild,

Peace to all the house has brought,—

Pépita! my charming child!

What, oh, what is then thy thought?

Who knows? Haply dreamest thou

Of some lady doomed to sigh;

All that Hope a truth deems now,

All that Truth shall prove, a lie.

Haply of those mountains grand

That produce—alas! but mice;

Castles in Spain; a prince’s hand;

Bon-bons, lovers, or cream-ice.

Haply of soft whispers breathed

’Mid the mazes of a ball;

Robes, or flowers, or hair enwreathed;

Me;—or nothing, dear! at all.