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VIII. 'River-god who receives in your humid flow'

L’Olive ~ IX written by Joachim Du Bellay translated by A. S. Kline

X. 'If he spoke true, then parch for me the shade '

L’Olive - IX ‘Ny par les bois les Driades courantes’.

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IX
’Not Dryads running lightly through the trees'

Not Dryads running lightly through the trees,
Nor squadrons in the field, proudly armed,
Nor great ships that sail the seas unharmed,
Nor among the flowers the wandering bees,
 
Nor forest tresses waving in the breeze,
Nor birds among the branches becalmed,
Nor night with glowing torches charmed,
Nor the curves of mountain sinuosities,

Nor gilded pillars in holy temples,
Nor marbled palaces’ elaborate lines,
Nor even gold, or pearl embroidery,
 
Nor all the beauty of the arching skies,
Nor sweet pleasure could delight my eyes,
Not seeing the bright Sun that shines on me.