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When the warm sun, that
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs    The first flower of the plain
I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,

J'ai longtemps habité sous de vastes
Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux,
Et que leurs grands piliers, droits et majestueux,
Rendaient pareils, le soir, aux grottes basaltiques