Florentine maiden, teach me half your kindness
The brain knows what it means
— Harmonious gladness
I met her alone in the meads
Swiftly and wanly loitering—- A fairy's bee
Florentine maiden, teach me half your—
Chaste might
The brain knows what it means— Tempting sight
Thin! Dark! A pretty young girl
How such a glance came here...
She proclaimed;" fear me not my dear "
The noises of life has begun
Ring out the old ring in the new again
My heart beats like a heavy bell—
Pretty! Lovely!
She took me to her elfin cruft°
Then gave me a meal of manna fruit
An apron made from the purists cotton too
—- Astonishingly a fragrant zone
I bap at her then made sweet mourn
In strange language she whispered—
"I love you true"
Florentine maiden; the morning dew
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