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Like thoughtful cattle on the yellow sands reclined, / They turn their eyes towards the horizon of the sea, / Their feet towards each other stretched, their hands entwined, / They tell of gentle yearning, frigid misery.
A few, with heart-confiding faith of old, imbued / Amid the darkling grove, where silver streamlets flow, / Unfold to each their loves of tender infanthood, / And carve the verdant stems of the vine-kissed portico.