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AN OLD TUNE. (from Project Gutenberg)
GÉRARD DE NERVAL.
There is an air for which I would disown
Mozart's, Rossini's, Weber's melodies,—
A sweet, sad air that languishes and sighs,
And keeps its secret charm for me alone.
Whene'er I hear that music vague and old,
Two hundred years are mist that rolls away;
The thirteenth Louis reigns, and I behold
A green land golden in the dying day.
An old red castle, strong with stony towers,
The windows gay with many coloured glass;
Wide plains, and rivers flowing among flowers,
That bathe the castle basement as they pass.
In antique weed, with dark eyes and gold hair,
A lady looks forth from her window high;
It may be that I knew and found her fair,
In some forgotten life, long time gone by.
(ANDREW LANG.)
(Added Sep 30, 2013: Heh: pet is French for fart; walking your lobster could backfire, I guess.)
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