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TRANSLATION OF A ROMAIC SONG
I enter thy garden of roses,
Beloved and fair Haidee,
Each morning where flora reposes,
For surely I see her in thee.
Oh, lovely! Thus low I implore thee,
Receive this fond truth from my tongue,
Which utters its song to adore thee,
Yet trembles for what it has sung;
As the branch, at the bidding of nature,
Adds fragrance and fruit to the tree,
Through her eyes, through her every feature,
Shines the soul of the young Haidee.
But the loveliest
garden grows hateful
When
BYRON 1811
[Byron's Poetical Works - Oxford ]
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