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In the hearts of men I have noticed a chill, no small one; of loving ardour I have long seen none among the Berendeys
In the hearts of men I have noticed a chill, No small one; of loving ardour I have long seen none among the Berendeys. The service of beauty has vanished from them; In the young I do not see glances Moistened with bewitching passion; I do not see pensive maidens,