What a frozen little hand, let me warm it for you.
What's the use of looking? We won't find it in the
But luckily it's a moonlit night,
and the moon is near us here.
Wait, mademoiselle, I will tell you in two words,
who I am, what I do, and how I live. May I?
Who am I? I am a poet. What do I do? I write.
And how do I live? I live. In my carefree poverty
I squander rhymes and love songs like a lord.
When it comes to dreams and visions and castles in the
I've the soul of a millionaire. From time to time two
steal all the jewels out of my safe, two pretty
They came in with you just now, and my customary
my lovely dreams, melted at once into thin air!
Bu the theft doesn't anger me, for their place has
taken by hope! Now that you know all about me,
you tell me who you are. Please do!