Uma Poesia por dia, nem sabe o bem que lhe faria - Frédéric Mistral

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Frédéric Mistral :

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LOTUS FARM

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I sing the love of a Provençal maid;

How through the wheat-fields of La Crau'' she strayed,

FoUowing the fate that drew her to the sea.

TJnknown beyond remote La Crau was she;

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And I, whotell the rustic taie of her,

Would fain be Homer's humble follower.

What though youth's auréole was her only crown?

And nevergold she wore nor damask gown ?

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I'11 build her up a throne out of my song,

And bail her queenin our despisèd tongue.

Mine be the simple speech that ye ail know,

Shepherds and farmer-folk of lone La Crau.

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