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A SONG OF DELOS.
Terre, soleil, vallons, belle et douce Nature,
Je vous dois une larme aux bords de mon tombeau;
L'air est si parfumé! la lumiere est si pure!
Aux regards d'un Mourant le soleil est si beau!
Lamartine.
A song was heard of old—a low, sweet song,
On the blue seas by Delos: from that isle,
The Sun-God's own domain, a gentle girl,
Gentle—yet all inspired of soul, of mien,
Lit with a life too perilously bright,
Was borne away to die. How beautiful
Seems this world to the dying!—but for her,
