Joie
William Blake
Joie, o vie ailée,
Brisée d’être captive;
Éternité promise
Au baiser qui s’accorde à ton vol.
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies,
Lives in eternity's sunrise.
Brisée d’être captive;
Éternité promise
Au baiser qui s’accorde à ton vol.
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies,
Lives in eternity's sunrise.
