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A pure white hind appeared to me

‘Una candida cerva sopra l'erba'

A pure white hind appeared to me
with two gold horns, on green grass,
between two streams, in a laurel's shade,
at sunrise, in the unripe season.
Her aspect was so sweet and proud
I left all my labour to follow her:
as a miser, in search of treasure,
makes his toil lose its bitterness in delight.

‘Touch me not,' in diamonds and topaz,
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