No. 1. Forgetting Tithonus:
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes...
I earth in earth forget these empty courts,
And thee returning on thy silver wheels.
Nous sommes
le 24 Germinal, An 217
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