Maiden, were I a king, the monarcy
    And subject millions I would all resign;
Power, pomp and state, and purple luxury,
Armies unmatched, and fleets that sway the sea,
    For one kind look of thine.

And were I Jove, I would Olympus' height
    Forego, with its eternity of bliss,
My reign o'er gods and men, my thunder's might
Through earth and heaven; maiden, wouldst thou requite
    My passion with a kiss.

From Les Feuilles D'Automne