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La servante au grand coeur dont vous étiez jalouse

The Servant with the Great Heart of Whom You Were Jealous

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    The servant with the great heart of whom you were jealous,

    LaThele · determiner, feminine, singulardeterminer of servante
    servanteservantservante · noun, feminine, singularhead of the phrase
    auwith theà · prepositionpreposition marking coeur
    grandgreatgrand · adjective, masculine, singularmodifies coeur
    coeurheartcoeur · noun, masculine, singularmodifies servante
    dontof whomdont · pronoundepends on jalouse
    vousyouvous · pronoun, pluralsubject of jalouse
    étiezwereêtre · verb, imperfect, indicative, second-person, pluralcopula linking to jalouse
    jalousejealousjaloux · adjective, singularrelative clause on coeur
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    And who sleeps her sleep beneath a humble plot of grass,

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    We ought nevertheless to bring her a few flowers.

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    The dead, the poor dead, have great sorrows,

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    And when October blows, that pruner of the old trees,

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    Its melancholy wind around about their marble stones,

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    Surely they must find the living quite ungrateful,

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    Sleeping, as they do, warmly in their sheets,

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    While they, devoured by black broodings,

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    Without a bedfellow, without warm conversations,

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    Old frozen skeletons worked away at by the worm,

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    They feel the winter's snows trickling down drop by drop

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    And the century flowing by, without friends or family

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    To replace the tatters that hang upon their railing.

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    When the log hisses and sings, if of an evening

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    Calm, in the armchair I were to see her sit down,

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    If, on some blue and cold December night,

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    I were to find her crouched in a corner of my room,

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    Grave, and coming from the depth of her eternal bed

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    To brood over the grown child with her motherly eye,

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    What could I answer to that pious soul,

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    Seeing tears fall from her hollow eyelid?

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Les Fleurs du mal, Charles Baudelaire. Parisian Scenes.
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Public-domain French (Baudelaire, d. 1867). English translation © 2026 1732 Studios, LLC.
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