Les Mouches Fantastiques (amateur journal)/June 1918/To the Hours

Bring me a gift of laughter, O Hours that count into the years!
Brash with your pale colored garments eyes that are wet with tears,
Lay your soft fingers on lips that are sighing,
Leave me a gay garland, Hours that are dying.

Take from my heart the sadness, O Hours that came happily,
Trapping the dreams of my sorrow in heavy misery.
Take from my heart sadness, Hours that are calling,
Leave me a heart with a sunset shewing.

Kiss with your full lips lips that I love, O Hours yet to be!
Light with yout mystical radiance blue eyes dear to me.
Veil him with colors, O Hours that shall move,
And for faith that I give him give me his love;
O Hours that shall be,
This gift for me!