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Chapter I
XXXI
ОглавлениеIs there a wilderness or desert,
Where you, a madman, could forget
These pretty legs, and where at present
On vernal flowers they step?
Caressed in oriental comfort,
On northern doleful snowy carpet
They have not left the traces, yet,
Since loved to touch the carpets that
Were soft exciting lavish pleasure.
Because of them I skipped sometimes
The thirst for glory and for prize,
The land of fathers, freedoms’ treasure!
The happiness of youthful years
Has disappeared like their light trace.
