V
This heard I where, amid the apple trees,
Wild indolence and music have no date,
“I laughed upon the lips of Sophocles,
I go as soft as folly; I am Fate.”
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This heard I where, amid the apple trees,
Wild indolence and music have no date,
“I laughed upon the lips of Sophocles,
I go as soft as folly; I am Fate.”