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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 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, 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 Is the lord of life.