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I valued my youth, as a trivial bloom, Shared with the rose in the hedgerows, the peach on the tree, Till his lips had fallen fiercely on mine in the gloom Saying they found youth sweet; then it grew dearer to me.

Ah, my light-hearted youth, that I knew not aright! (Softly insistent he spoke through the heat of the day) This, in the vine-hidden heart of a midsummer night, Was resigned in his forceful arms for ever and aye. 136