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O quiring voices of the sleepless springs, / O night of beauty, calm and odorous, / O bird of Thrace, that ever ceaseless sings / The passion of thy music amorous,
My heart is but a spring that, with its prayer, / Is choric through an April plenilune; / My music but a rapture in the air, / A nightingale loud-voiced in leafy June.