BALLADE I – Maidens, I found myself one morn serene, of middle May within a garden green. Violets bloomed round about and lilies too, in verdant grass and buds of every hue, azure and gold and purest white and red, whereat to gather them my fingers sped, that I might deck therewith my flaxen hair, and weave a garland for my forehead fair. Maidens, I found myself.
BALLADE II – I found myself alone, alone one day, taking my pleasure in a meadow gay. There’s not a meadow in the world I ween, where herbs and grasses have so sweet a smell. I wandered for awhile down pathways green, till myriad blossoms cast their lovely spell, about me, white, red, every hue pell-mell, and then I heard a bird uplift his lay. I found myself.
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