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Thou who didst make more ardent My sighing and my tears,O let my anthem quicken Dust of a thousand years.What wilt thou of my heart, then, Who with the wine of lifeExcitest in the gobletThis passion and this strife?And when my breath caressing Shall softly, sweetly blow,The withered heart will blossom, The tulip newly glow.My fantasy is soaringBeyond the stars and sun; Why lurkest thou in hiding,When huntings to be done?O Master, guard the honour Of him who begs of thee;Hell let no wine of others Within his goblet be.