You Disappear (Vous disparaissez)

Already clothed in mist you disappear

Now we must row as through the evening air
Towards your exile in the devouring year,
The last hope cradled in your frail arms there,

There are dead leaves all along your track,
Stirred by the dying breath of loves that fade,
Moonlight steals your strength behind your back;
Your pallor waxes towards your dying day.

Yet what remains and keeps your heart alive
Can still penetrate your bitter candour,
And sometimes in sudden radiant surprise
Awaken, in your night, the owls of splendour.