How loath I am to leave this lovely grove,
A day, a single moment deepens its shade;
But I fear to see there again a shepherd too charming:
Let us flee, let us flee without further delay,
Perhaps a newborn love
Makes me love this fair retreat,
Rather than the newborn foliage.
Michel Lambert
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