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Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind

Falling upon the trees,

When they are swayed and whitened and bowed

As the great gusts will.

I know why Daphne sped through the grove 5

When the bright god came by,

And shut herself in the laurel's heart

For her silent doom.

Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath

Filling the hollow flute, 10

Till the magic wood awakes and cries

With remembrance and joy.

Ah, timid Syrinx, do I not know

Thy tremor of sweet fear?

For a beautiful and imperious player 15

Is the lord of life.