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H day of shadows and scents! Oh day of roses! Roses down-drooping into the dark lane — Once, ere this indolent twilight ebbs and closes, Have pity and restore my dead again!

Soon will the moon rise, luminous and tender! Already on the night her pallor is shed. O roses, roses, pity me and render Back for one hour my darling from the dead!

God! How the air is full of shadows and roses! Shadows and scents and roses fill the lane — Somewhere — oh listen! — where a river flows is   Music beyond all pleasure and all pain!

Oh large and indolent midsummer-night! Breaking our hearts with memories that bleed, Oh night of roses, oh moon-tranced night, Have mercy! Give me back the one I need!