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One day, when winter’s wearisome cold
Grew mild, making way for gracious spring,
When all laughs in the fields, and the joyful meadows
Paint with lovely flowers their laughing green;
Near the winding Clain, beneath a dark rock,
A sweet sleep closed my eyes with a sweet bond.
Lo, in my slumber a brightness from the heavens
Came to kindle the shadow with a pure light.
Lo, coming from the heavens, under the escort of Love,
Nine nymphs who might be said to be all twins;
In a circle around me they made a turn.
When one, holding out to me a green chaplet of myrtle,
Said: Sing of love other new songs,
And you will be able to climb to our sacred peak.
Jean-Antoine de Baïf
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