FROM Calatrava as I took my way
At holy Mary's shrine to kneel and pray,
And sleep upon my eyelids heavy lay,
There where the ground was very rough and wild,
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What a beautiful poem! it reminds me of Boucher's rococo paintings, about nymphs who rejoyce resting in the flowery fields and watching the herds...i can almost hear the sound of the shepherd's flute.I like this delicate style in poetry as well as in the 18th century painting.
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