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Deep in the mystery of the woodland's gloom, / Topping the sea of trees with pointed cone, / So that from many hills its towers loom, / The old château of Beaumont stands alone.
This generation saw its last sons go / To spill their noble blood with humbler men; / So Madame lives alone at the château / And waits for steps that never come again.