Among the noisy ball, by accident,
     In anxiety of worldly vanity,
     I have seen you, but your features
     Was veiled with some vague secret.

     Only that your eyes looked sadly,
     But your voice chimed so marvelously,
     Like the tune of remote reed pipe,
     Like the noise of the surf playing.

     Your slim figure was pleasant to me 
     As well as all your pensive appearance,
     And your laughter, both sad and sonorous,
     Since then in my heart sounds.

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