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I saw my Lady by a purling brook:: With laughing maidens, where green branches twined;:: O never since that primal, passionate look:: Have I beheld her face so soft and kind.:: Hence for a space my yearning was content:: And my sad soul some consolation knew;:: Alas, my heart remained although I went,:: And constantly my pain and sorrow grew.:: :: Early the sun sank down in western skies:: And left the earth to woeful hours obscure,:: Afar my sun hath also veiled her ray;:: Upon the mind first bliss most heavily lies,:: How short a while all mortal joys endure,:: But not so soon doth memory pass away.:: :: By: Lorenzo Medici (1448-1492)