If any future, Love, were sure
Be ours to hear with rapture pure
Like " Open Sesame" resounding:
Messieurs les voyageurs en voiture.

And, Ah, those sacred wheels that say
Their Non sporgersi all the way,
In stern beloved trilingual measure
Nicht hinauslehnen night or day.

What shall we find with dawn begun
And Europe's black effacement done?
Beyond Vallorbe the Alps arising?
The bridge at Avignon in the sun?