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AVE you forgotten me, O my beloved? Have you deserted me     Now in the autumn?

See where the swallows fly South o'er the ocean: Soon will the winter wind Sweep the Ægean.

Up from the vineyard comes Music of laughter; Far through the valleys they Gather the harvest.

Westward the evening star Sinks in the mountains; Pale 'neath the rising moon Lies Mytilene.

Here where the headland looks Wide o'er the water, I have brought laurel leaves, Decking your barrow.

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