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And by the way, the poet’s mind

Reveres the dreamy love, that’s why

The lovely things, I used to find,

Appeared to me in dreams, and I

These covert images retained,

And let my Muse to animate:

Thus, highland virgin I did praise,

Who drew me to a great amaze,

And captives of the Salgir[14] river…

And nowadays from you, my dear,

A frequent question I do hear:

“Who now arouses your lyre’s fever?

To whom of all these jealous lasses

You dedicated your lyre’s graces?