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Here one by one come back the thousand things / Which made divinely sweet our intercourse; / Love summons them here straightway to divorce / The heart from melancholy wanderings.
"Here laid she her white hand upon my arm; / To this place came she with slow-gliding grace; / Here smiled she up serenely in my face; / And these sweet notes she sang me for a charm."
I treasure up her words, and say them o'er / With close-shut eyes; with her again I float / Upon the Loire; I see the gems she wore,
The ruby shining at her queenly throat; / I climb with her again the Pyrenees, / And hear her laughter ringing through the trees.