The high Midnight was garlanding her head
With many a shining star in shining skies,
And, of her grace, a slumber on mine eyes,
And, after sorrow, quietness was shed.
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Within the sand of what far river lies
The gold that gleams in tresses of my Love?
What highest circle of the Heavens above
Is jewelled with such stars as are her eyes?
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Si en un lieu solitaire
Les ennuis me font retraire
Pour me plaindre tout seulet,
Si je cherche les montagnes,
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