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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