Juliet (1905). François Édouard Zier (1856-1929).

Tell me, how much time at all shall it take
To understand the reasons of thy charm
The aura around thee, the steps thee make
The curve of thy neck, the move of thy arm

Each curl along thy head, eternal grace
Every breath and sigh I shall see or hear
Each hand, each finger, the spring in thy pace
The sound of thy voice that could bring thee near

As the sun sinks deep into the ocean
Coloring thy face the way thee deserve
As the stars turn round in silent motion

Thou art the wonder I hither observe
An age is not enough for my studies
I need at least five or six centuries