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Delicious dream! What if Nausikaa came
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This cottage on the mighty forest-verge
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Rome's brilliant rascal-epigrammatist
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More of the Garden than the Portico
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Some thirty miles from Megalopolis
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That wooing air that wiles the red rose forth
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That absolute love which many women feel
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Without it, marble-templed cities reaching
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With it, the air we breathe intoxicates
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Lo, song and sleep I love. For song's susurrus
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