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XIII.
Orlando rov'd around; not his the bliss
That breathes from recollections like the sigh
Exhaling fragrance from the faded rose.
Ah! how unlike the calm and lovely nights,
When last with Adelaide he wander'd here!
Then the moon glanced upon a summer sky—
A smiling queen amid her starry court—
And all around was loveliness, and love.
Now the departing autumn's shadowy hours
Were passing in their gloom. Dark season! thou
Alone dost give a stern unkind farewell!—
Fair is the young spring, with her golden hair
And braids of dewy flowers, and her brow
Has the soft beauty of a timid girl;
And, like a blushing bride, the summer comes,
