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I found myself, on a May morn,
In a fine field that flowers adorned,
Perched on a seaside eminence;
The water flashed with radiance,
And by a bush of green-thorn rose,
A lady softly sang of love,
Moving her mouth in such a way
Sweetness still stirs my heart today.


Matteo Maria Boiardo, Orlando Innamorato (Orlando in Love) II.xix.1