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The sun-warmed valley of the Aude leads down
To Carcassone an ancient Roman town.
Far off above the nearer hills one sees
The ridges of the Eastern Pyrenees.
Some half way up the valley stands Limoux
The only thing that once would hurry through
The village, was the stream that gave its name
Unto the vale. The summers went and came’
The seasons change: but other change was none
Till ten years had gone. The busy world
Stopped short at Carcassone.
And in this quiet nook in Southern France,
With days that knew small touch of variance
A peasant lived, ...