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/ As one day I wandered lonely, in extreme distress of mind, / I a pleasant garden entered, hoping comfort there to find. / Up and down I paced the garden till an open space I spied, / There I saw a crowd of people, and I heard a voice that cried: / "Come and see what Love is doing, here is Love performing more / Wondrous feats than e'er were witnessed at Olympian games of yore: / This he conquers, that he conquers, young and old before him lie, / Great and small alike he conquers, none with him a fall must try.
Hearing this at once I entered 'midst the crowd collected there, / Some of whom no doubt were eager like myself to banish care. / I would fain behold this being, this same wondrous lad survey, / Who 'twas said in each encounter bore with ease the prize away. / Quickly I the crowd divided, soon I pierced the multitude, / And this Love stood full before me, and what think you 'twas I view'd? / Why a boy, a little darling, full of captivating grace, / Rather roguish were his glances, but how lovely was his face!