"Fume l'encens, veille l'amour, Dans son lit bleu la vierge est morte; Couve le feu, tombe le jour, L'Ange, mes soeurs, frappe à la porte."
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Stuart Merrill
Stuart Fitzrandolph Merrill (August 1, 1863 in Hempstead, New York – December 1, 1915 in Versailles, France) was an American poet who wrote in French.
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