Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind
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When they are swayed and whitened and bowed
I know why Daphne sped through the grove
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When the bright god came by,
And shut herself in the laurel's heart
Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
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Filling the hollow flute,
Till the magic wood awakes and cries
With remembrance and joy.
Ah, timid Syrinx, do I not know
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Thy tremor of sweet fear!
For a beautiful and imperious player