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France Preseren - A Wreath Of Sonnets (4/14)
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These tear-stained flowers of a poet`s mind, 
Culled from my bosom, lay it wholly bare; 
My heart`s a garden: Love is sowing there 
Sad elegies each with my longing signed.

You are their sun whose radiance, purblind, 
I seek in vain at home and everywhere, 
In theatre, on promenade and square, 
Midst revels where the chains of dancers wind.

How often through the town with watchful eyes 
I wander, praying for a fate more kind, 
Yet catch no glimpse of that elusive prize.

I shed my tears to loneliness confined: 
Hence all these songs which from my love arise; 
They come from where no man can sunshine find.
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