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THINKING ALWAYS OF LAURA, IT PAINS HIM TO REMEMBER WHERE SHE IS LEFT.
Still have I sought a life of solitude; / The streams, the fields, the forests know my mind; / That I might 'scape the sordid and the blind, / Who paths forsake trod by the wise and good: / Fain would I leave, were mine own will pursued, / These Tuscan haunts, and these soft skies behind, / Sorga's thick-wooded hills again to find; / And sing and weep in concert with its flood.