Crown me with roses, Crown me really --- With roses--- Roses which burn out on a forehead burning so soon out ! Crown me with roses and with fleeting leafage. That will do...

   I see boats moving on the sea.
   Their sails, like wings of what I see,
Bring me a vague inner desire to be
   who I was without knowing what it was.
So all recalls my home self and, because
   it recalls that,
   what I am aches in me...