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I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The
works that I have in hand I
will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor
respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of
toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and
murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering
grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of live in this silent and overflowing leisure.
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