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We still remember! The same as of yore / All that has happened once again must be. / As grows a lemon-tree upon the shore -- / It was like that -- your light, small breasts you bore, / And his blood's current coursed like the wild sea.
That god -- who was the wanderer, the slim / Despoiler of fair women; he -- the wise, -- / But sweet and glowing as your thoughts of him / Who cast a shadow over your young limb / While bending like your arched brows o'er your eyes.