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I and go down to the River, and currents that come from the sea, Still fresh with the salt of the ocean, are lovely and precious to me, The waters are silver and silent, except where the kingfisher dips, Or the ripples wash off from my shoulder the reddening stain of thy lips.

Two things make my joy at this moment: thy gold-coloured beauty by night, And the delicate charm of the River, all pale in the day-breaking light, So cool are the waters' caresses. Ah, which is the lovelier,—this? Or the fire that it kindles at midnight, beneath the soft glow of thy kiss?

Ah, Love has a mighty dominion, he forges with passionate breath The links which stretch out to the Future, with forces of life and of death, 80