Author: Edmond Rostand
Quotes of Author: Edmond Rostand
CYRANO:Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell,And as I ever tremble, thinking of thee,Ever the bell shakes, ever thy name ringeth!All things of thine I mind, for I love all things;I know that last year on the twelfth of May-month,To walk abroad, one day you changed your hair-plaits!I am so used to take your hair for daylightThat,--like as when the eye stares on the sun's disk,One sees long after a red blot on all things--So, when I quit thy beams, my dazzled visionSees upon all things a blonde stain imprinted.ROXANE {agitated}:Why, this is love indeed!. . .CYRANO:Ay, true, the feelingWhich fills me, terrible and jealous, trulyLove,--which is ever sad amid its transports!Love,--and yet, strangely, not a selfish passion!I for your joy would gladly lay mine own down,--E'en though you never were to know it,--never!--If but at times I might--far off and lonely,--Hear some gay echo of the joy I bought you!Each glance of thine awakes in me a virtue,--A novel, unknown valor. Dost begin, sweet,To understand? So late, dost understand me?Feel'st thou my soul, here, through the darkness mounting?Too fair the night! Too fair, too fair the moment!That I should speak thus, and that you should hearken!Too fair! In moments when my hopes rose proudest,I never hoped such guerdon. Naught is left meBut to die now! Have words of mine the powerTo make you tremble,--throned there in the branches?Ay, like a leaf among the leaves, you tremble!You tremble! For I feel,--an if you will it,Or will it not,--your hand's beloved tremblingThrill through the branches, down your sprays of jasmine!{He kisses passionately one of the hanging tendrils.}ROXANE:Ay! I am trembling, weeping!--I am thine!Thou hast conquered all of me!--Cyrano de Bergerac III. 7 book-quote
