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Terre, soleil, vallons, belle et douce Nature, Je vous dois une larme aux bords de mon tombeau; L’air est ai parfume! la lumiere est si pure! Aux regards d'un Mourant le soleil est si beau!

was heard of old—a low, sweet song, On the blue seas by Delos: from that isle, The Sun-God's own domain, a gentle girl, Gentle—yet all inspired of soul, of mien, Lit with a life too perilously bright, Was borne away to die. How beautiful Seems this world to the dying!—but for her, The child of beauty and of poesy, And of soft Grecian skies—oh! who may dream Of all that from her changeful eye flashed forth, Or glanced more quiveringly through starry tears, F