…But the taste of the Mistral doth confound,
And this cold sand doth seem as fire’s glow;
With her a year, with Her three; the boughs ‘round
An oak from which I sway, in jest, I know.
Fronds: “Mistral”
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…But the taste of the Mistral doth confound,
And this cold sand doth seem as fire’s glow;
With her a year, with Her three; the boughs ‘round
An oak from which I sway, in jest, I know.
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