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/ I had forgot how, in my day / The Sabine fields around me lay / In amaranth and asphodel, / With many a cold Bandusian well / Bright-bubbling by the mountain-way. / In forest dells of Faun and Fay / How, lounging in the fountain's spray, / I talked with Horace; felt his spell, / I had forgot.
/ With Pyrrha and with Lydia / How oft I sat, while Lalaga / Sang, and the fine Falerian fell, / Sparkling, and heard the poet tell / Of loves whose beauty lasts for aye, / I had forgot.