As in dreams I behold thee again, Willamila! as in dreams, once again
I stroll through thy cool shady groves, oh fairest of the vallies of
Mardi! the thought of that mad merry feasting steals over my soul
till I faint.
Prostrate here and there over the bones of Donjalolo's sires, the royal bacchanals lay slumbering till noon.
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