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Goddess who delights in the ruin of the rose,
Prolong the night!

— Renée Vivien Évocations (1903)

Déesse à qui plaît la ruine des roses,
Prolonge la nuit !

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Under the sun the summer grasses fade.
The rose, expiring after the harsh ravage
Of the heat, languishes toward the shade.
Sleep drips from the foliage.

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