He rose early before the sun to hoe and toil under true stars a simple man beneath the vines of his grey yard he chewed straw and turned his thoughts to women children delights he had not known in all these days that had passed with fruits and flowers known only to his birds his companions was he yet not worthy of Venus he mused for I shall sing the song of the grave before Venus rises unto me he sang yes I shall sing the song of the grave before Venus rises unto me
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His yearning for love nicely portrayed.