Rudel To The Lady Of Tripoli
1842 II know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceivesFirst, when he visits, last, too, when he leavesThe world; and, vainly favored, it repaysThe day-long glory of his steadfast gazeBy no change of its large calm front of snow.And underneath the Mount, a Flower I know,He cannot have perceived, that changes...
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