How cold your little hand is,

let me warm it for you.

What's the use of looking?

We won't find it in the dark.

But luckily

it's a moonlit night,

and the moon

is near us here.

Wait, mademoiselle,

I will tell you in two words

who I am, what I do,

and how I live. May I?

Who am I? I am a poet.

What do I do? I write.

And how do I live? I live.

In my carefree poverty

I squander rhymes

and love songs like a lord.

When it comes to dreams and visions

and castles in the air,

I've the soul of a millionaire.

From time to time two thieves

steal all the jewels

out of my safe, two pretty eyes.

They came in with you just now,

and my customary dreams

my lovely dreams,

melted at once into thin air!

But the theft doesn't anger me,

for their place has been

taken by hope!

Now that you know all about me,

Speak, tell me who you are.

Please do!