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Stands radiant in his youth and loveliness? Around his sunny locks there is a wreath Of the green vine leaves, and his ivory brow Shines out like marble, when a golden ray Of summer light is on it, and his step Scarce seems to touch his pard-drawn car, but floats Buoyant upon the air;—and who is she On whom his ardent gaze is turned? So pale,— Her dark hair gathered round her like a shroud, Yet far more lovely than the sparkling nymphs Dancing around that chariot. Yet how sweet, Though dimmed with tears, those deep blue eyes, Half turned and half averted timidly From the youth's lightning glance. Oh tell me now One of those legends that I love so well: Has not this picture some old history?