Answer:
The basin is united: on its clear wave Not a breath of wind lifts a wrinkle;
At sunrise, each silver
stream Short, by another stream constantly reflected;
He repeats his flowers, like a faithful mirror;
But the tip of the rushes on the shore shook...
Near the edge, which she shaves, shouted the swallow...
And the azure of the lake has troubled!
In the wet wood, where every leaf is green, Where the bushy grass drinks the dew in tears, Where the hope of the beautiful days laughs in all the flowers, At the kisses of spring, the rose has opened;
But at the bottom of
the chalice a hidden insect Vit, tearing the flower of his sharp tooth...
And the languid rose,
pale and discolored On its parched chalice! A past full of chaste
enjoyments, maternal kisses, calm in the harbour;
A present embellished with
vague hopes and fresh memories... friends, that's my fate!
The future has only a graceful smile for me;
I'm eighteen! my age is almost happiness...
I should be happy... No! my soul desires...
And I have grief in my heart!... Make the commentary of the poem, organizing your analysis in two distinct lines of study:
-a universal happiness that reflects nature.
-the poet's misfortune and his echoes in nature.