Marne or Rhone, O Colinette?

Fairer maids were never seen,"

Passed among the orchards green?

Mournful, we would fain forget;

Round your young brows, Colinette.

Shepherdess, to lull his pain,

Rose pleasances of Touraine?

Long are dust the breezes fret;

You are blooming, Colinette.

With a patched and perfumed beau,

Misty summer of Watteau?

Never walked a minuet

Nay, forgive me, Colinette.

Do you cast a glance, a smile;

Yours is beauty without guile.

Maidenhood and Childhood met,

New art's blossom, Colinette.

 FROM THE EAST TO THE WEST. Returning from what other seas Dost thou renew thy murmuring, Weak Tide, and hast thou aught of these To tell, the shores where float and cling My love, my hope, my memories? Say does my lady wake to note The gold light into silver die? Or do thy waves make lullaby, While dreams of hers, like angels, float Through star-sown spaces of the sky? Ah, would such angels came to me That dreams of mine might speak with hers, Nor wake the slumber of the sea With words as low as winds that be Awake among the 

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