Gérard de Nerval,
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(1924)
“ Girdled with spreading parks; a river flows Bathing its feet, the flowering meadows through. Then to its topmost window comes a lady Blond, with dark eyes, apparelled as of yore, Whom in some long-forgotten life, it may be, I saw!—and I remember evermore! This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. ”
