Chapter I: Appendix: Sylvie Et Aurélie

_IN MEMORY OF GÉRARD DE NERVAL._

_Two loves there were, and one was born_
_Between the sunset and the rain;_
_Her singing voice went through the corn,_
_Her dance was woven 'neath the thorn,_
_On grass the fallen blossoms stain;_
_And suns may set and moons may wane,_
_But this love comes no more again._

_There were two loves, and one made white_
_Thy singing lips and golden hair;_
_Born of the city's mire and light,_
_The shame and splendour of the night,_
_She trapped and fled thee unaware;_
_Not through the lamplight and the rain_
_Shalt thou behold this love again._

_Go forth and seek, by wood and bill,_
_Thine ancient love of dawn and dew;_
_There comes no voice from mere or rill,_
_Her dance is over, fallen still_
_The ballad burdens that she knew:_
_And thou must wait for her in vain,_
_Till years bring back thy youth again._

_That other love, afield, afar_
_Fled the light love, with lighter feet._
_Nay, though thou seek where gravesteads are,_
_And flit in dreams from star to star,_
_That dead love thou shalt never meet,_
_Till through bleak dawn and blowing rain_
_Thy soul shall find her soul again._

ANDREW LANG.

Gérard DE NERVAL

Il a toujours cherché dans le monde
ce que le monde ne pouvait plus lui
donner.

LUDOVIC HALÉVY.

He has been a sick man all his life.
He was always a seeker after something
in the world that is there in no
satisfying measure, or not at all.

WALTER PATER.

GÉRARD DE NERVAL.