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Adele! a name that kindled in the breast / Of France's first-born of the fairest Muse / A flame in which a thousand colors fuse / And shame the April rainbows of the West; / But I can only stand upon the crest / Of Song's most sacred Mount and bring excuse / That I have begged, and since the gods refuse, / I steal, and with the theft I thee invest, / A Sun or Moon of Song for all my oceans / Of purest love, an ornament at best -- / A bunch of stars -- a wreath for my emotions; / But if the gods with sisters dear are blest, / To me they all must come in joy or sorrow, / From me they all must steal, or beg, or borrow.