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Who, now, when evening darkens the water and the stream is dull, / Slowly, in a delicate frock, with her leghorn hat in her hand, / At your side from under the golden osiers moves, / Faintly smiling, shattered by the charm of your voice?
There, today, as in the days when I knew you well, / The willow sheds upon the stream its narrow leaves, / And the quiet flowing of the water and its faint smell / Are balm to the heart that grieves.